The Boy Who Hides
Feeling stuck
Creativity flows wild like a drain pipe
The outlets seem scarce
Trapping his emotions
Craving any form of escape
Losing his last grip
He’s feeling undeniably fake
Unmasks to some people
But he shies from the rest
Sleeping on his false identity
Feeling short of breath
The mask is suffocating
Losing hope
Just want to be free
If only I could cope
(2014)
