Truth Lies

I sit in and stare, my face is in shadow, my body in light;
I’m useless and stupid, and my position shows it perfectly.
It’s like another movie where the lighting shows me here,
To prove that I am but a liar and a weaver of half-truths.
With my hands in my lap, my body in an innocent pose,
You cannot see my face, or the scowl that settles upon it,
But I’m sure you can feel the glare that I am sending out.
My eyes that bore within you as though to take you apart;
Delve into your mind of hidden secrets, caches of truths,
That no mortal has ever known before, not even I know.

Your eyes may close, but you know that when they open,
You shall see the glare that reads your soul in simplicity.
Open your mind, your body is too confining, imagine it.
Can you tell the lies from truth from where you watch me?
Can you understand the need for me to hide it all away?
But you don’t need to answer; the answer is in your eyes,
You have no clue why I lie with all that I am, and will be;
You cannot comprehend the need to hide in reputation.
You are confused as to why I am determined to be alone.
You do not understand my need to be nothing; disappear.

I’m running away, like I always do I guess, for eternity,
But this time I won’t be coming back, I don’t need to,
Everyone has someone else to hold on to, to remember,
An idiotic child is not needed in this world, not now,
Not ever, not until hell freezes over and heaven burns.
That’s what I see you know, what’s hidden in your eyes.
You know that; you’re afraid of that, but you still hope.
You don’t want them to know the truth, or see the scars.
You’re afraid they’ll turn from you, leave you behind.
Do what everyone else has done since you were young.

But I can see all that; see the fear, the hope, the dreams,
I can see the love you hold for them, for all around you;
But you want to hide all that, to hide all the pain inside.
I can see the scars, the wounds that still bleed non-stop.
You’re not ready to let go of the past, or live ever again.
You’re scared that letting them in will only make it hurt;
That they’ll walk in to your heart and tear it apart again.
It mended didn’t it? Since the last time anyone entered.
I see it all inside of you, in the way the light hides you.
You’re me, I’m you, as you sit in front of the mirror.

KC - 16/8/05