All Strangers

Stakes Can Stab My Mask {...When No One's Around}

I need quiet;

I need peace

I don’t need this.

I want to be deaf.

I can’t stand the screaming.

I can’t deal with all this contradiction;

I don’t need this opposition.

I don’t need this broken life;

I don’t need to be alive.

If all this would come to an end;

Maybe they’d comprehend

What I go through everyday.

What nobody knows to say.

What a gracious mask I order;

What pain makes my mind disorder.

It’s an inner secret

It’s a memory repeating

It’s the pain coming back

With blood-stained stakes.

They hurt at first;

They hurt a lot.

But when it’s over,

You can never get them out.