So many things try to compete/for my attention/and try to pry me in every direction/and sometimes/priorities get muddled/and things get misplaced/the things that once consumed me/are now distant memories/like a smoke screen separating me from reality/
Asking for someone to come break the tie/for my affections/the need for acceptance/the need I had once for hiding/the real me behind my mask/there are many parts/of my soul/that I won’t let others see/because I thought they would judge/
A tie for the occasion/like an outfit brought out for the ball/the people may be different/but deep down we’re all masking something/like putting on a tie/that weighs us down/and causes us to be someone who we were never meant to be/sometimes it looks different/
Sometimes it is obvious/other times not so much/tell me what you need/tell me what’s going on/tell me what’s below the surface/the deepness of the context that only scratches the surface/