Hush my mouth least I should speak
a syllable of emotion buried within me
in me, a well of sensitivity
the best conversations are held in my head
the pain of relations and all these frustrations
and my tears flowing
from this burden of pain I feel everyday.
This mask was hollow from the beginning
now its cellophane
clear as the light shinning in my eyes
casting the shadow that I am across this land.
And I'm so done living in it
when the living ain't good
and the dying ain't cheap
and the world ain't real
so I'm going to sleep
and if I should die
before I wake
well that's a risk
I'm willing to take.