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"A confused man"

Between the blinds, behind the closet doors your eyes hide.

Identity crisis, the thought rises, rainbow colored flags.

Afraid to shine,"they might reject me". Born or raised, they can't detect it, why hide it?

"because they'll hate me, spit on my face, call me a faggot, even kill me".

"I won't say a word and watch from a distance, at least from here I'll see them all pass-by".

If everybody was the same, no name, how would we communicate?

Hard to relate or share ideas. Perfect strangers in a strange world.

Lack of communication can lead you into a breakdown.

Tear down the walls that stop you from speaking; barriers keeping the mind from thinking.

Strangers with the same faces can't speak to each other, afraid of what they might say.

We are all strangers' in the night.