Somehow there is always a “before and a “after.
Before I would never share any of my thought unfiltered, uncensored. Scared of being judged. Scared of showing weakness and stupidity. Shame for my way of thinking and being has been dominating for as long as I remember. So I now seek what will bring the “after” to my experience.
A masked illusion layered upon my eyes, I've never worn what suits my mind Distorted language out of my mouth, I've never said what is on my mind Always taking a run at me, this brain which appears to be mine Trapan the skull, let the rotten thoughts out, before it explodes to ridicule the existence of my mind.