With some we hide our anger,
With some we hide our fear.
With some we hide our thoughts,
With some we hide the tears.

Can we ever, really, truly,
Completely be ourselves?
Our shell is on display,
While the core is on the shelf.

Afraid to be transparent,
For the devolution it might cause.
Can’t rewind, play or fast-forward,
So I live my life on pause.

O why must I always come back here?
Why cannot I move beyond?
There is no easy answer.
There is no magic wand.

My feelings I must master,
Else their slave I’ll surely be.
Lord I need your hand to help me.
Lord I ask you, come ‘longside me.