Growing weary of the faces
The masks
These charades
This facade that never ends
The inner turmoil
This anguish
The dreadful fatigue of carrying on
A seemingly endless dialogue and expression of nonexistent contentment
Growing tired
I surrender
This battle with the person that I desired for you to see
The walls, they have fallen
I stand on open grounds
Come see my scars, see my wounds
Come see the real me
