Surface
On the surface, you pretend to be.
Powerful, Wealthy, Prestigious
Your friends, your family
So comforting – so perfect.
On the surface, you think you understand.
You act out life’s charade, hoping to be know
Hoping to be loved.
You were born this way, and you shall die as this.
On the surface, you start your construction
You build toward that which you cannot reach
You seek that which is not even there.
To be something you can never be.
But I have burrowed beneath the surface
Underneath you see who you really are.
You life was nothing, so empty.
Your friends abandoned you; your family denied you
So truthful – so hurting.
Underneath is where true knowledge is found.
You begin to reveal the most deadly secrets.
I’ve never been so alone
But I’ve never been so alive.
You tear down the mask you wear.
And go deep within the earth
To find truth; to find yourself
To be what you know you are
