Horns
I hid from the truth of who I really was-
Prayed to God every day and night, asked him just to simply-
Fix me.
Days become darker and nights become longer, I knew if I hid me from the world-
I wouldn’t have to hear what they had to say.
I covered my trail of sins with women who I claimed to have loved-
But that wasn’t the truth.
I tired of the lies, the fake smiles, the pseudo-people and I broke.
My fan belt had broken and everybody had to know.
My fear still persists,
Even though I say I overcame it.
In this game, the fear never ends, just the people in it do,
But now this time, I will charge like a bull,
Fearless.
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