I live under guard and watch and key
As I must exist under a false face
Death comes with the revealing of what lies beneath the lies
and underestimations of my maturity
My sanity
My emotionality
Hinders a door from feeling the knocking of my family
Their coat of arms I bear is not mine
The house I live in is not mine
Hiding out here
Waiting the enemies’ barrage to cease
For the friendly fire to stop
I hideout in 4 walls while a battle rages on
As I scribble stories and journals entries to soothe my mad
escapist soul that remains in chains from the great mystery circus act
I intend to employ on my loved ones
Until I find free
Find love
Find life under a tree
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