Closed off from another world dying to be liberated
I am not sure where I need to be
Is this what I really am?
Have my eyes come equipped to see?
I feel comfortable in the meanwhile
The other side has piqued my interest for a spell
However taboo it might appear
Status quo has built my fear
I hide the agony well
Born This Way? Perhaps.
Come Clean? Maybe.
Then again, I feel bipolar
The mania envelops me opportunistically
But mostly I have to depress the urge
Since it is no returning once I cross that bridge
