Crossroad

I don't know if you're coming back.
You don't want to wait.
Why should I?

I made you aware that I don't play games

I am not a dice to be tossed around,
Or a piece you can keep running
Around a course.

If you have a manual, I have not read it.
If you have an objective, you have not presented it.

I have come back. I am standing in front of your strained eyes.

This time, is right now.

Occupy me, or let another player pick my piece.

The Pretentious

The secrets that are eating away at our insides,

The smiles we use to look happy when really we're sad, 

The cover-up's, and the masks to hide just who we are..

Make us different, and interesting. 

Then I think that it would be better if these things came out,

instead of letting them tear you to pieces.