Behind closed doors
no one sees the bad deeds.
I am backstage.
When the party ends and
it's time to go home.
Even though I'm not alone,
I'm alone.
I get told I'm crazy and worthless.
Lazy and--now I'm hopeless.
The mind games played by the insane
make me so confused.
So confused...
What is the truth?
I don't know.
At least not right now.
Most days I feel a cold numbness within me.
Self preservation I suppose.
To keep all of my feelings from becoming exposed.
I cannot stay in this state
and I refuse to do so.
I shall now restate my previous question:
What is the truth? to
Who is the truth?
For Jesus is the truth.
I know he will help me through this.
I have the hope that he will.
Because I don't like this. This feel.
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