My Disguise

Is the cat goutta the bag?

My Disguise
Fear the Poet

Not sure where the weekend went haven’t slept for days thoughts are hazy eyes are heavy and my body aches another crazy ride full of hows n whys and as the party dies and sun begins to rise I put on my disguise shades to hide my eyes the world is none the wise just one of the guys but if you look inside you’ll see it’s all a lie gift wrapped for passerby ribbon on and neatly tied give a nod and a wave and a hi and bye divert my attention straight to the sky maybe you won’t see these tears I fear I’ll cry or feel the tension running up n through my thighs they say perception is what you realize but have you ever looked into my real eyes...