I lay down on the day of my biggest lie.
I mask everything
and tell them that I’m alright.
Can’t talk today, so many tasks, running out of masks, I’ll have to pass on the judgement.
Add a task and try to sing,
I tell them that I’m alright.
Live in art, make it a thing,
and tell them that I’m alright.
Show I’m smart, grow some wings,
and tell them that I’m alright.
Smoke a dart, the doorbell rings,
I tell them that I’m alright.
Not so bright, late at night,
I tell them that I’m alright.
Instability is struggle to contain let alone hide. Hidings seem left to those that shiver to tip toes. I shake daily, is that why they target me?
