You get caught up in emotions all the time
Maybe the part of you that hides is what’s right
The part you suffocate
You feel vulnerable to
Because what you hide you’ll always contort to
Be yourself
Stop holding on
Is there something less?
Are we alive now?
Is the life we live all just a lie now
Can we just get back to how it used to be
Or are we living to die as a hypocrisy
Take my hand
Bring me forth
To the dead end roads