Off My Cheek

If only my wounds could bleed tears
that my eyes could stay a dry haven
easily then my scars’d replace my fears
& my emotions I could calmly govern

for when a drop forms in my eyes
when it paints mine in a glisten
a smothering veil of numbness
quickly I turn to a guise of lies
that my shadows may stay hidden
that i wouldn’t spread my weaknesses

how I long to shout my deepest secrets
than to merely whisper it into the winds
barbs that pierce the echo of my essence
a bizarre façade that I readily adopted
the fortress to guard my sins within
docile & placid I wear a mask of silence

Oh how I yearn to learn of a keeper
that would forget & yet remember
a neutral voice of a rousing stranger
not of a judge, jury, or executioner