I have not even seen it since I banished it
The real you
"Banished it for what?"
For family, of course
The very people who exist to hide you
Free of your own blood
You're clawing your way out of your throat
Engulfing flames burn the rubber off your body
To hell with that artificial persona
I am free
"Why do you hide?"
I am too different for them
"Why does family overwhelm you?"
Because they've never seen you
What hurts the most is feeling alone and unknown
"Unknown to those who have never known?"
The known is fragile
As is that tinted gold glass you stand behind
Three hard words would end it and set you free
Like "god is dead" to the religious
Let's show them the real us
This is I