Sinking in the quicksand
You’ve got a hold on me
Suffocating in the blue
Pleased by the attention
Everything turns to a negative
Positive connotation in mind
Lead astray by the power of words
Obloquy kidnaps my heart
Carefully tip toeing around you
Trying not to slip up
Screaming obscenities
Your eyes are blind
To my glaring truth
I try so hard to hide it away
My transparent mask
Does little to aid me
Lend your hand
Pull me out
Before my death
Is falsely acclaimed
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