i saw the
bigger picture
but now it's
blurry
again

ghosts from
my past
linger here
still touching my
skin

i'm laying
in my bedroom
at a quarter
past
ten

somehow
i'm more tired
than i have
ever
been

tired of
the games the
lies the
tauntings of
men

tired of all
the masks
we put on
just to
fit in

if we are
ourselves
we make our
own choices
then