Looking Through Golden Glass

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




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