You are far from perfection,
starving for affection.
You remember the truth hidden among the lies
with the words written on your thighs.
It is just a list of things you despise
not just your body,but your mind, soul, and hear.
Out of all the things that are hurtin',
the worst is not knowing what's behind life's curtain.
you hide it all inside
because there is no one left in which you can confide.
So once again you pick the pen
and begin writing again, hoping the war inside is coming to an end.
This writing in ink
helps you think.
These words are the the link
between what you refuse to let free
and what you want the world to see.
When the lines blur and everything becomes hazy
it is the only prove that you are not crazy.
So, I hide my thighs
to protect the only truth among my web of lies.