Do I know what I'm talking about?
Am I filling myself with self doubt?
As I wonder around an empty loft
I feel a phantom cough;
I do not know who I am
I do not know what's going on
I do not know where I stand
Am I just another pawn
or am I merely a man?
I don't know my life is heading
I lie to my mother because
the truth is what I'm dreading.
I lie behind a mask of knowledge
acting as if I have it figured out
when in all acutaulity
I'm a small child with
a large pout.
If I pull back the covers
my mother will know that
her real position is to
hover over her daughter's brother.
I get into a frenzy or rage because
I know with truth, freedom is
what I will be depraved.
I must leave this cage
even if it means along with me
I'll drag this stage.
I'm scared of the future and lies ahead
I hope the world will still see this
mask as I stay undercovers in bed.