You’re a writer
since you like
standing [out]
in Virginia
You’re a writer
since you like
standing [out]
in Virginia
I think when things are so dear to your heart
you keep them protected
I haven’t told either of them I’m a writer
because when you tell someone you’re a writer
it goes in one ear and out the other
Like sure, everyone’s an artist
It took me over a year to tell that writer I write
and I didn’t even bring it up, it was asked
directly and then I spoke
In order to not be written off
I’d rather be a mystery
So he’s read your writings?
Yeah, I’m pretty sure all 7,000 thoroughly
I still have a lot more secrets
and there’s much you’ll never see
The whole other world inside me
I dance around, I’ll never portray
the reality of transparent
My vault locked away
It’s not pretty, it’s raw and gritty
Do you want me to fake a grin
Are you liable if I offend?
Nobody sees it like you
Good, that’s how it should be
Do you need hyper authority to breed
Into what you are and could be
Who is coming up in here
When we’re not here
Making us fear
Making us
deter
My life felt like a whirlwind
Like I could throw up at any stop
Unbeknownst to you
I held in my point of view
To stay true I tried
to keep alive
not be questioned
kept inside
You can’t explain a ghost
Dead worlds hanging coast
My beliefs were
realer than a dream
So concrete, the death of it
made me scream
Years in a whirlwind
Don’t make it stop
I’ll lose it and toss up
my fragile feelings
I’ve downplayed
It never occurred
I mispronounced paid
It always continued
like a masquerade
Linking subconscious
I think I’ve made
points that marked
my feeble frame
Mass windstorm
came and wiped my sane
Natural disasters from
supernatural masters weigh
Cookies weight in a flight
of hurricane, maze frayed
tattered individual names
I became my own daze
In these days I felt amazed,
afraid and overruled
Underviewed and
fantastic too
Honest and honesty
Let’s not separate
Your voice of truth
No sham of use
Rewriting the world
for a better world
tomorrow