family is familiar
it starts and ends there
born into the wrong one
you and i both
we pledged to do it differently
you can't put a mask on anymore
your face is too free
is it dishonest not to talk about everything?
where does dishonesty start and end?
biology makes things murky
what do i have to tell my father?
can we just continue to exist?
far but close enough
secretive but transparent enough
dishonest but honest enough
the love is familiar
but i'm still a stranger.
