masks off...

appearing as truths rush the scene... signs fill the eyes of what is to come of life... lil pieces in plain sight show how far down the digging should uncover the need... witnessing the realism come from what an other hides... wanting to be someone else they haven't figure out how to be... the face is seen for what it is with a bit of patience to see the turn... attached to the feel of a use let go of due to the wait lingered on to waste times read... afraid of the way it hurts all over again jus watching the under layers approach what was meant in a twist of a failing luv... corrupted by the hidden terms attempted to bury in the past what can never go unnoticed... belief refuses to entertain the movement to come forth n prove the mindsets inability to go along with what it cannot have around...  running circles isn't a wonder thought wants to drift with for the stream turns shallow losing focus... it's to hear or stop words in the long run from creating what can't leave the mouth... mature to the bone of knowing how disasters find their way into the emptied heart... as there's a reason for it to be as vacant as undisturbed as it can remain... 

allowed to recognize the space in between the ears come to life as if it were really from the start... giving to the intolerable phase turning for the worst jus before the end can be claimed... in the opposing direction trying to feed in to what one thinks an other finds attractive... faking briefly so self can feel the hype wanna transform into something it has no business ever being displayed before naked eyes... captive is the emotion felt by a trick to force a wedge to be its own incentive... willing to steal the pressure point of walking away bcuz no one wants to cause pain saying i tried... peekaboo best describes the fantasy of collecting images until the memory doesn't havta be erased... once the falsely accused intent can look further than the moment can relate to... with sights swiveling to notice every preview of what hasn't happened as of yet be faced... cleansed with the lathering of soap twiddled by the fingers on the move... free to stand grounds n step up to express the differences that will never give a chance to live... truthful to the core for the motions within cannot lie if happiness if to affected by the changing of a friend... there's only so many ribs to tickle before the wear is worn out after the initial findings that give... looking at the overall deeps of the mind able to shut down characters wanting to fill in to a place beside touch only lent...