Inner Minds, What We Hide
We've all got skeletons in our closets
We all wear a mask to hide our true selves
We all carry our regrets
We can all hear the cries of the wolves
There are things that will always be hidden
Things that you could never trust with anyone
Sometimes our own mind is a prison
And all we want to do is say
Please, someone help me?
Someone see past my façade
Please someone hear and see my plea
I grow tired of secretly singing my ballad
Copyright © Musa Cordis | Year Posted 2016
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