Face It

Where to start, these rushing thoughts... Mindless responses without regard have left me in fear and guard of my innocence. I fled to comfort wrapping my limbs about familiarity causing discouragement to pierce the emptiness in my stomach, where butterfly's once so gently flew. Unsettling words spill from behind tainted lips pouring disgust on feeble ears of purity turning me towards everything that is different from you... wounds from the past poke and mock at my new scars, now darting across my severely sore heart. You give one hell of a performance and construct one brilliant ballet of self destruction thanks to the man apart from the rest standing in the shadows of the act I at least have hope... **Stimulates from my insecurity and inability to conform in the abruptness of change. Even when something better stands by masked by the shadows, beckoning me with allusiveness... **