Beauty in the Breakdown

Wherever we're going, it starts where we're at.

Words please keep on flowing
From this pen that's in my hand,
Help me to express
everything built up within.
I’m full of doubt,
My decisions… in vain?
Why do I keep covering up
All of this pain?
I can’t be honest,
You can’t even see it in my eyes.
I’ve gotten so good at
Telling all these lies.
I want someone who can see it
Without me having to tell.
I need them to call me out,
And break me of this spell.
Now I am done
I’ve nothing else to say.
This wall has put itself back up
After all that work chipping it away.
Can’t get any further
In discovering my truths.
I need someone to help me do it
Can that somebody be you?