Who are we on the inside?
A tangle of sins using flesh to hide?
Turbulent thoughts attempting to break free
ones that we don't want people to see.
Is this layer of skin a shield?
A glue to keep the darkness sealed?
A slice of the skin let's unwanted thoughts free
showing the world who you were meant to be.
A deranged villain with twisted thoughts?
Or a pathetic soul who rots?
Bundles of hell walking free
always found in groups of three.
Who are we truly hiding inside?
Outside as Jekyll but inside as Hyde?
Without our flesh hiding our bones
we'd be a person meant for the stones.
