Gravity

Theres something strange to my story
theres something sad in my eyes
My lashes quickly flutter, dispensing quiet tears
my hands stay in my pockets, nicely out of reach
here I stand a vacant lot of fleshy appendages.
Im so sick of pretending
Im so tired of giving in
My past runs rampant through the veins of my memory
Im like a worn in puppet
feed me words, Ill spit them out
just tell me what you want to hear
your fear will be my mirror
My gravity has cut me loose
Im running from the lie
maybe the lie is who I am
Maybe Im not who I thought I was
Perhaps I am the crazy me I left behind for years
That putrid smell of rotting soul
has returned with a vengeance