Follow me to where I dwell
Alone, scared, hollow
Allow me to visit your private hell
In that sanctuary I will wallow

The anguish we feel is our milieu
A genuine puzzle that we see
The lessons will be learned by you
When the world is through with me

Faking ourselves so that someone somewhere approves
Replacing the sun with the moon to see what that proves
Making the best of the worst and the worst of the best
Forsaking the help from the good and the praise from the rest

Inside the walls, we see the sun in silhouette
Unconsciously aware of the eyes on the cross
We know the signs are foreboding but yet
To explain these things we are at a loss

Visit me on my perch of self-worth
Tell my friends I appreciate their respect
I will waste all of my time provided on earth
Measuring up to those I reject

Calling your name and failing to reach
Crawling through the inflated expectations breach
Galling what infrequent stolen moments confirm
Appalling that we had to fail so many times to learn

We are not what we say
We are not what we reveal
We are fifty shades of gray
Part righteous, part wicked, and one hundred percent real