You Can Cover It Up, But It's Still There

From beyond the mind’s windows
Lies a silencing calm
Born by masochism and martyrdom

Do you keep these secrets
Under protection of a rusting skeleton key
That you wear around your neck on a tarnishing chain?

You can pretend like it’s all over
And you can say it plays no part in who you are.
But would it be disturbing to say
That it defines your breaking point
And is bent by pointless objections that thrive on your cold heart?

The truth is overflowing
While it stays contained in an airtight package
Screaming of problems no drug in the world could solve.
It restrains you with thick ropes,
Choking and constricting
To stop your heart again.

But when in the dawning
Of the sun over the horizon
You happen to stir and wake
To yet again construct
Your endless hypocritical masquerade
Resonate with what they all must see and feel.
Because you may be able to cover it all up,
But, defying all grace,
It’s still there.