In the graveyards
of the obsolete
their bones
they still rattle
in the lungs
of the young ones
on the vote
that you carry

Is denial
the only friend you have
when you look in the mirror
within the eye of your mind            
where your own personal demon
waits with a smile
with emotional baggage
snapping at the heels
of your remains

Escaping
from common logic
is sometimes mistaken
for freedom

Sooner
rather than later
your mask
will fall
it will be then
when you look
in the mirror
that you see
what you do not recall
your younger days
before you were trained
to wear a mask
that doesn't quite fit
your face

In body
we are many
in mind
we are one

Do you hold on
to a dream
that is broken
does your thinking
say
it is not so
do the beatings
rain down
from your heaven
as your common sense
begins to grow
through the haze
of the pain
you are given
is it so hard
to sleep Alone

Will you ever finish
what you started
when you promised
you would change
when you promised
you would turn
another page
that you would dig deep
into your emotions
to find
another way
to break these chains
of this twisted hidden
love of shame
of I'm sorry I promise
I won't hit you
again
depending
on what I feel
when frustration
becomes my pain
thinking
the only thing
I can change
is your face