I side step your question, I lie to keep myself safe, anything to seem normal and not out of place.
The gap between my thoughts and words, I choose them selectively.
To paint a picture of a stable mind and be as they all seem.
It tires me to hold the fort, to keep it all behind a wall, so sometimes if you look close enough, you will see the holes begin to form. The struggle is never ending, I need to keep you out.
Yet my heart and soul yearns for an arm to pull me out.