My Beliefs Sift through All That Discourages When I am Adjacent To Happiness
The thing on the side
You keep things from me
No really I mean you keep "things" from me
you push me further on down the road and curl up real close to me at night
and you say you are confused
you have a problem
you have been traumatized
you stretch out your excuses until they cease to bend
until they refuse to be pulled over your eyes
and there you are all exposed and unable to deny
that you live a lie
you walk straight and walk tall but you are as made up as those tales we are told when we were small to keep us in line
you work so hard to keep up the facade
AWE silly but I've known and I've seen
really far down and real well underneath
to the real you that hides inside
If only tears were simple
out of sight out of mind
If only I could make it that easy for you
and if I did where would you go in this life
I am everywhere I am under your skin
reminiscent of your burdens pressed hard against my door step
this is not up to me
make up your mind
Where will you go from here
how much am I to endure
pressed hard against my door
scrapping fingertips
pressed against my ear I dare not listen
to those quiet whispers pressed hard against my heart