I'm in the inner realms of my mind.
Sealed behind the four white walls of sanity
Away from the calamity that divides what I've come to call my family.
Those I've come to love, and yet despise.
Those who allow my true feelings to arise.
Is it any surprise that the guys in our lives are the people we always tell our lies?
Our families, though loved dearly, are left none-the-wise.
While our close friends and lovers can see everything through our eyes.
Expressing our internal thoughts to water rather than blood, knowing that that they will understand
Because the blood's idea of right-and-wrong are based on society's demand for stability and absolute command our lives.
And the absolute decimation of the free-thinker.
The imaginative endure, but never do they thrive.
They only do what they must to survive.
So within my four walls I stay.
I stay here, praying for the day, I can rise up and say what I truly mean to say.
When I can be as honest as I make myself out to be.
When I can have the ri