Am I glass?
Do I control the way that light should pass
through my appendages? A simple mask
to keep all my insides in.
When you ask,
"Is this the real you?" I could draw a map
of all the little lies that I have spat
in the faces of my friends.
No, don't go.
I don't know how to live here on my own.
You are the enemy I've always known
and the crutch I hide within.
I'm so cold.
Keep up appearances; I'm in control
of my own destiny - or so I'm told.
If that's a lie I'll pretend
that I'm free.
I just need to recognize the real me.
Past all my faults and all my falsities
lies a good man and his sins.
I make mistakes but do the best I can
to live this honest life an honest man
letting all the best parts in.