I have had that feeling before;
Speaking between the lines,
Reviewing every word,
Pausing before letting go.

Denying yourself the respect
Because honesty is overrated
And the truth might as well taste as lies,
When truth is much harder to be spoken.

The urge to please oneself
Is a constant reminder that we’re not alone,
Even when I wish I was,
But I can’t claim my time as mine.

I can see it in you;
You’re trying to breath
But nothing gets through,
Because it’s not air your lacking.

When do we stop belonging to ourselves?
Our decisions, even our feelings are shared.
We become brokers of a body and a soul,
For reasons we can’t understand
Or a cause we no longer support.

But this can’t be the best of it,
I want to speak without fear
And act without remorse.
What we are lacking, my dear,
It’s to start living at all.