When did you get scared of talking
Of sharing, of simple “how are you”s
Of coffee catch-ups, and facetimes
When did sharing your feelings
Start to feel like peeling your skin open
And inviting people to come see the carnage
When did someone asking about your day
Become an accusation instead of an invitation
Close up the drawbridge, you’re on guard, but against what
When did asking someone to change for you
Become lounging on a throne of gold
Living in luxury but asking for diamonds
When did telling someone you were sad
Become a lie, a scam, you want attention
Greedy little baby, turn around and walk away
When did your life become something you were ashamed of
That you painted over and tweaked until you had a new canvas
To present at the art show of “so, how have you been?”
When did calling your friends become a chore
As you juggle hiding your sadness when they tell you about their life
And overplaying your joy as you tell them about ‘yours’
When did you become a liar, a faker
When did you become scared of the world
Scared of what people thought
Of the consequences of the truth
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