what does it feel like to be the odd one out?
to be the only one who's cold in a warm room.
why hide tears with talent and
let others mistake your pain for art?
why put on masks and dim your light?
why wont you shine?
tear down the wall of china
you've built around your heart.
please.
for me.
i'm tired of shivering in july but
i cant trust you to not
abuse my vulnerablity.
art makes the pain less personal.
the costume i wear is my armor
fitted to my heart so it wont be broken.
the shade protects me from myself;
i'm afraid to shine.
if i let Berlin fall, i might as well
marry Troy.
so no.
I cant..
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