I don’t want to be the prize

The one you win, the one you buy

I don’t want to be the poster child

For the life they advertise

It’s a sham, it’s a game of credentials

To suffocate your true potential

Hang it from the company line

We hide behind redacted lines

An honest life is hard to find

When even the lies are classified

I don’t want to be the stone

Not the weapon that you throw

Not the cracking in the glass, of the past

Of your so called home sweet home

It’s the feeling that the worst will happen

Repeating like fractal patterns

Choking up the air supply

We hide behind redacted lines

An honest life is hard to find

When even the lies are classified

We won’t be kept like secrets

Will not be kept anymore

L. Switzer