Conflict lives within my shadow.
It’s too hard to hide.
Attached to the very thing I despise.
I’ve tried to run away.
Everyday I try to keep the light off.
Misery won’t come to a party with no company.
I keep ignoring the private calls.
I won’t entertain idle masterpiece.
That part of me must be keep away from society.
Am I weak?
Am I hiding the only thing that can set me free?
I don’t want to live in fear of who I can really be.