Living a Lie

I’m so sick of all the lies I’ve been telling
Hidden so well deep beneath my complexion
Living two separate lives in one body
Macho mechanic by day, hopeless poet by night
Wearing separate uniforms to signify each occupation
One a blue collar and one a black hood
My identity kept a secret behind these dark shades
If they found out, I see inevitable mutiny
Living night after night caged like a bird
Buried in this hole of eternal guilt
This jury won’t let me be free to go
I will be judged and convicted. Creep.
But I just don’t fucking care
If only they knew how I really felt
That my true home is in a pen and notebook
With my heart laid out in ink across these pages
Slowly letting the world see my life
Sacrificing a piece of me in every write
An escape from my monotonous reality
This is me, I write how I feel
No lies, no shame, no holding back
I hold my front and live out the lie
Until I gasp my last breathe and fade away
And maybe one day while searching my old things
Someone will stumble across my papers and read
Feeling those same feelings and comfort I found