Reality

A short poem.

The riddles of musisicians,
Fall in place before my eyes.
Their deffenses being shredded,
With this reality of lies.

Bite my lip to keep tears in,
Though there's no one here to see.
Can't reveal my weakness,
Won't let them see the fear in me.

Contradictions running rampent,
And all logic ran along.
Now every sort of chaos,
Screaming loud its song.