The voices in my head say one thing
What comes out of my mouth is another.
I’ve never had the ability to discern the truth
Wouldn’t ever come from my mother.
A little tear in a dress
Does it mean you’ll never wear it?
Jeans that used to slide right on
Now no longer fit.
I heard you say the danger was real
Or something to that effect.
I heard you say I’m quite alright
Just shy of perfect.
I didn’t hear you say a word
About wanting nothing but me.
Didn’t hear you say when times got tough
You would never think to flee.
I didn’t hear you say any of that
Though it must have crossed your mind.
Life, so precarious and short
And most everyone… Blind.