verse 1

[liha]

life underground doesn't make a sound
something rings like soft feet on the ground
light calls but goes unanswered
image shines but my face is plastered
on
sometimes I don't know if I can

 

[liha]

or if I want to
I want to
life underground makes sounds
I make sure they're unheard
hiding myself like a shy caged bird
cries in my head go unanswered
my face is plastered on
this mask is my life's work
sometimes I wanna take it off
but how vulnerable
could i be
before they see that I'm vulnerable
how much would I show before they see I'm beautiful?
how much could I give before they know I'm vulnerable?
how much will they hate me then?
life underground doesn't make a sound
sometimes I feel my soft footsteps on the ground
painful like broken glass
careful not to make a sound

 

[liha]

I wrote this using a brand new style for myself, very different than anything I've ever written before. Anyway I love this more than anything I've written. I called it verse 1 cause it was, in a way, the first thing I'd ever written.

 

[RareForm]