Inside I know so much about things
But people see a person wasted
I’m in turmoil as I try to get through
Knowing what I know about myself
Knowing what people think of me.
Some look and turn away
From the person they’re sure they know
Judge me on my exterior facade
It’s tough and harder by the day
Keeping a mask in place for you all.
Some people just see the man underneath
But most see someone they’re scared of being
Like my life, hurt is contagious
Cross the road he’s coming
Dodge him or you catch his plague
I’m still battling my demons and I might lose
If I don’t have the people who will pass
The time of day and let me know
They see me really see me
Not the damn bogeyman out to get them.
I don’t expect your help I’m a man in turmoil
And we’re supposed to just deal with it.
I can’t. I can’t.
4 thoughts on “The stuff inside”
This is so good, Ang, it really captures inner turmoil. I hope this person is ok.
Hopefully but I wanted to highlight the difference between men who try and ask for help and how they feel
I think there are many suffering like this Ange, your words give us much to think about.
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Thanks Mad x