In fact, I know what’s hidden
Your not geniunely calm, all you are is repressed. All you are you hold back. All you feel is swallowed but it sits in your gut and won’t digest. You won’t show your dark side, at least not to me.
Tell me why you insist your so zen when I can literally touch your madness within.
So show me all your faces, I’ve seen the scars that left traces.