Costume

Sometimes I want to do this to people.

Hide in this costume because you’re not okay
Zip it up tightly. don’t give yourself away.
Make a promise that you’ll never tell
Who you really are or they’ll gladly give you hell
Your excuses are no longer accepted
Your lies no longer believed
You belong underwater in chains. no one will pull you up.

Going to make you cry, make you believe
That all you ever thought and all you ever knew
Is wrong and now you’re alone
Cold? Bruised? Sorry?

Of course you are
But are you changed?
Are these really clean hands?