Masked

It’s not you, it’s me.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be free.

“There’s more to life,” they say.

My response, “what’s the point, anyway?”

Despite my absence, the sun will still rise before your eyes

Shining bright over this world full of lies in disguise

Each soul buried deep beneath protective layers of self defence & preservation,

Subjecting itself to eternal damnation,

Too afraid to reveal its true colours and face rejection.

We lock ourselves up in cages and deliberately lose the keys,

because cowering away in our comfort zone puts our mind at ease.