Confession

In a place where we want change yet no one changes themselves  
It’s a feel good story to us in the fiction we all have tried to live    
Ego’s beating down compassion with a passion of hypocrisy    
Lying, Cheating, & Stealing a dream that has faded away    
Prostituting a lovely happiness to avoid all of the great depression    
Its still in the air we breathe we just medicate with suppression    
Welcome to the land of make believe & home of the enslaved    
   
I’ve watched a manipulator manipulate their self into confusion    
I have watched a illusionist illude a illusion into a dark delusion    
I have touched the feeling of what it’s like to be a possession    
I have felt all your shadows around me in this confession    
   
Shells on the ground and no one sees the elephant in the room    
Help me! Carved in the kitchen floor and streets with fingernails    
At every crossroad  of loyal intentions betrayal welcomes you    
Fear of heights becomes a misunderstood invitation as a pedestal    
Searching for answers in a question without a logical theme    
If this is truly affection then this type of love is a pyramid scheme    
You have the right to be silent or they will beat that right into you    
   
Giving love in a world where to feel is not accepted    
Receiving hate in a world where to heal is not expected    
Living free in a world where greed seduces a obsession    
Perceiving lies in a world where truth produces my confession