On tentative step after another
You walk along the blue carpet
Blue, not red
Blue because it doesn't invite happiness
The person walking on it is not being praised
But punished.
It is the carpet of your own shame
You are forced to walk it
Where everyone can see
Well, they could see
If it weren't hidden by a mist
The mist of your own delusion
Otherwise, the embarrassment would scar you.
Only you can see this carpet.
Everyone else is too far away
No one wants to be close to you, it seems
Once they begin to penetrate the mist
And get a glimpse of what's going on
They back away.
They say they don't want to deal with your mess
That you're fake
And they flee.
So no one is near
Near enough to see
Everything that's going on.
You don't want to live this way
Hidden
But you do
Because if the wrong people see you on this carpet
This carpet of blue
You will be shunned
Made fun of
Hurt
You'll become a pariah.
And you can't have that.
So here you are
In this mist
Desperately longing to hear the words, "I see it all. And I still love you."
