How Did They Know?
How did they know how I feel about myself inside?
Was it that obvious?
The insecurities that I have acted out for so long,
There must have been a tip off somehow.
Could they have read my mind?
Was it a woman who told them?
Was it a drunken moment of despair?
This feeling of schizophrenia
The brand I wear on my sleeve
This doesn’t feel like a friendly place
I turn and there is scorn everywhere
I listen and all I hear is fury
