He lies,
and he convinces himself
sometimes,
that there's truth
hidden deep beneath the
false foundations of his life.
A wise man said
"you spill what you contain",
but if you never talk at all,
what progress can you make?
You find
this written in my journal
one night,
but you deny
that this one is about you,
that someone finally sees through
all the lies that have undone you
And you fight
with every bone and logic
doesn't seem to work tonight.
The world and walls you've built
can't hide you anymore.
And so the debris that blocks
all reason now may finally let you see,
that you can't make it on your own,
you can't make it on your own.
No more silence please.
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