Inside Out

Inside I know I'm really good (we all are), but outside these limbs are haunted by society's ghost and one day truth may utter it's silvery song in perfect unison with humanity But it hasn't happened yet and I can't help but wonder if she'll ever speak peace with a clean tongue or will the air dirty her poem before true words form Oh God, have I resisted you over a bottle of perfume and twisted views Help me back to a less vain conscious, to where soul believed whole heartedly in dreams, it seems I've ignored them into extinction Oh God, what have I done?