I do it because I face their inspection
without their approval I face their rejection
I offer no excuses, nor give full confession
What kind of man would society think me to be
if i did not hide behind walls built to protect me
half torn down leaving what remains structure free
I cloth the thoughts that get naked in my head
dress-up the truth to pretty-up the dread
I say what they want to hear, my truth goes unsaid
Telling my stories of half fact and and the rest fiction
choosing my words to ease most of the friction
sugar coating the nasty to sweeten their conviction
All they can say is men dont cry only babies do that
brush the dirt from your knees and take off your hat
collect your pain and sweep it under the mat
Don't ever show the weakness inside
how was i to know ...they wrote the guide
So im forced to find solace in a shroud of delusion
thinking that perhaps I would avoid the confusion
by rebuilding my walls protecting my illusion
rewriting my life leaving out what needs to be unread
not giving life to characters that are better off dead
If they werent there I could sleep without meds
And when the book of my life is done they wont see
the scared little child that hides deep inside me
he's so lost he needs to be set free