The Only Thing We Have to Fear is the Truth

It's getting harder to hide out inside my head

I don't know where else to go

Like being able to walk on water

When all I want to do is sink

Will I ever have someone I can show myself to?

Without scaring them away?

Or having me committed?

Maybe crazy people are just the people who have stopped pretending

I want to pour my brain out on paper

Like Jack Kerouac