Really...

an account of the struggle to remain true

Why is it no one, says how they feel
How is it you can say that you're real
With the same smile you wear
When things are to much to bear
This heaven you seek,
Could be in the words you can't speak
But no one says how they feel

Too burdened by the sins of others
We let our little princesses become mothers
Long before the choice for right or wrong
Our sons are just a verse in a hip hop song
Thinking it's abuse to ask the chores be done
But wonder why our jails are over run
And no one says how they feel

They call me a smart a*s, cause I don't bite my tongue
A minced thought, to me, is a web I've spun
Trapping falsehoods in its tangles and strength
For a true friend, I would travel any length
To see that me, you must return in kind
Honesty, Integrity,and the occasional piece of your mind
Because, I don't care how you feel

This is a response, an observation of sort
seems my character has fallen victim to distort
I won't change what you see, only open your eyes
To the truths behind your life's disguise
Molded to the forms of those who keep you down
Seeking only to wear someone else's crown
Pitiful how someone else tells you how to feel

The end is just a show of how we start
There can be no change unless you heal your heart
In years to come, the ears will see what the eyes have heard
I know, now, this logic seems absurd
For through your own hourglass travels your own sands
When you can finally see, see the fault is in your hands
On this day your life will be real
This is when you should tell me how you feel.