Ringmaster
I feel like a target, they're shooting at me and I can't deflect Can't tell if they're right, do I act like I am truly perfect? It's a drop from a tower, can't summon the power to self-reflect And is it my conscience, or am I waiting for courage and will to resurrect? Call myself invictus, call myself bold But those are just stories that I wish could be told Running in circles, back to square one Laugh a few times and then go back again to run that's what it's like to be waging a war with no outcome and with myself till I wear out the mettle I have become and after all that I've stood through why's it this fall that cheats the faux truth and myself, why do I have to prove to others. And then I get upset, it feels like I'm being stripped of all I love Are they crowding on me, or is it insecurity that prods and shoves All of my clarity, assurance and verity into the muck And is it a reminder, for me that i’m truly nothing but Call myself invic...