for the norms you can't let go of
that held you captive
for taboos you are afraid of
but always wanted
for reflections in the mirror
you never changed and
for that fucking step you didn't
risk to take and

for secrets you kept
for the life you led
for mistakes you made
for people that prevailed
opinions you always scream
defeated modesty
the weak you 'never' see
mocking memory

are you really proud?

with all the choices you make
and the chaos you so much adore
and all of your always-winning thoughts

I can't see feelings in your hands anymore

for all the neutral actions that fall to same patterns
for life depending on every made-up task
for joy on tears shed to boost a caring image

detestable

lie now
go on