I exist behind a guise
Crushed beneath professional hair
Cannot breathe inside this suit
The one I swore I’d never wear
They were the worst days of my life
Yet I’m back inside in that cell
The one I thought I had escaped
The one that I always called hell

The things we do to pay the bills
Can make us strangers to ourselves
If only I could see me now
But I have become someone else

In my bathroom there’s a mirror
But staring back at me
Unrecognizable reflection
Pseudo identity
I plaster on my daily smile
The one the world expects
I turn away and close the door
My tie a noose around my neck

I hear the words fall from my throat
Saying things I don’t believe
Same old stories I was told
The ones from which I had been freed
Until I had masters to please
Bosses I’m forced to obey
The evil’s always so banal
When normalised as just another day


The things we do to pay the bills
Would make our younger selves blush red
If only I could see me now
But the me I was is dead


In my bathroom there’s a mirror
But staring back at me
Unrecognizable reflection
Pseudo identity
I plaster on my daily smile
The one the world expects
I turn away and close the door
My tie a noose around my neck

Life –
binding me,
hiding me,
holding me prisoner,
entwining me

Now I need,
to break free,
now I need to begin finding me

Finding me