Untold Story
Once upon a time…
There was a man quite new to the world
Who kept his feelings bottled inside
Though from the start of his existence
For fear of judgment he would hide
The pain that’d haunt the things he saw
And plagued him on a daily basis
Forever changing inner core
In silent suffering, painting faces
Then one day in his mutinied state
Of devastation he’d decide
To try an art form that many said
Would bring relief, and so he tried
And democratically found the freedom
To bond with those of similar thought
Following voices that forgot to mention
The pending human obstacle onslaught
Apparently it’s wrong to evolve
By drawing inspiration from what you’ve seen
Stand up for principle and dissolve
Into this wicked life serene
Sit down, suppress the hard fought guilt
And tuck your tail before you run
Stare from the sideline, dust and silt
Banish the antichrist, prodicle son
Absorb and take more hatred in
Just shut your thoughts stay hidden
Though truth is out there, greatest sin
To surface what’s forbidden
Brake out the muffs to cover your ears
Smash the glasses that magnify
Take out the blindfolds, cover tears
While on paper I shout and cry
And then I came to realize
It’s okay as long as everyone agrees
To live their lives and shut their eyes
But keep it pointed away from me
Everyone suffers so don’t moan
Find a way to quietly
Go through life and cope on your own
Go back to your roots for eternity
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