TRANSPARENT
Transparency is suppose to be the solution to relieving hearts to those who care.But for me it's become the protection from the dialect of confusion , post traumatic delusions and post-op symptoms of despair do you care? Or is this another smooth move to amputate my mind from my heart, so you can give me your version of this prosthetic false reality of truth? You know i've always known, yet I allow you to torment my mind and screw my head on and off, off & on-see I need that from time to time.
You think you've won, but the only prize you're given is the secret sins you've hidden that one day will be revealed more dramatic than it was given-you silly villain cheaters never win so i've heard. But I sit back and watch them come up with self proclaimed victories, when you're really beating yourself into an earthly submission to the one who already claimed you the day your heart left you.
Transparency is suppose to be the solution for you to see, but you can't because your eyes are covered with deviant grandeur, personal slander a mishandling of you're own trust. You talk to much and what you think your hiding has become apparent-but you think you're transparent.