To Late

The world tends to hide itself
Nobody really wants you to know
Hiding, masking their faces
Aggression, anger, hard feelings in disguise
It’s all fake, until someone lets you in
I can’t tell you how tough this is for me
A facility made of psychotic white walls
Silent screaming in metal heads
Only another of the worlds shadows
Scattering behind every hiding place available
The world doesn’t understand
Nobody tells you until it’s to late

BY: Corey Klosterman