Leather and Lace
I feel forced and slightly stubborn
Though mostly unrelenting
In my perpetual repenting
For things I’ve done on purpose
While melted to the surface
Is this sneering veneer, this circus
Of emotions played out on a face
All so distinctly out of place.
Some prefer leather, some prefer lace
To parade their perfections
To charade their disgrace
I prefer cowls hiding my name
Masks are for parties, costumes for games
I prefer living alone just the same.
I feel wild in this jungle of tamed
Souls seeking niceness, politeness and cold
Distinctions of fact that I never see
There’s black, some white, no gray, and there’s me
A prophet in a land of seers who don’t see
A page in a kingdom of lords who can’t read
A sage in age where truth doesn’t bleed
Or a liar in a fiefdom with no use for me.
I feel anachronistic, or maybe too simplistic
For whatever else I feel
Sometimes I feel I’m all that’s left that’s real
I feel like the only human
In a world of perfect people
The only church without a steeple.
That all my doubts were inside out
That mine’s the only heart can’t break
Cause it’s too flawed for you too take
And even if I played my part
I’m just someone else’s broken heart.
