Split

Drunk on depression and hating my thoughts
Clinging to issues as solid as dust
Lonely in a crowd and unable to speak
Fear takes over making shyness the norm
Disappoint the idols with unexcused failure
The world's not to blame in a cowardly situation
Beautifully tragic flaws are absent in this play
The curtain raises to reveal grotesque deception
Self inflicted scars are substitutional trauma
And fearsome reality's no shadowed excuse
Perpetual lies drive deeper the wedge