Ready For The Cliffs

I am waiting for them to call me out,

Pull off my disguises,

Sabotage my every route.

All they do is stop speaking as the moon rises,

And I escape into the sunset,

Shrinking a few sizes.

It is almost like they do not see it,

My faux confidence and its lure,

And all the blades beneath it.

There is no science behind this, no cure,

So, I run away with the winds,

Headed towards the shore,

Ready for the cliffs to kill my sins.

-JW