How much

Should I break loose

To reclaim my heart

So that I may feel

The emotions trapped

Behind your polite words

And your cultured gestures;

That have mastered

The art of concealment.

Our words no longer convey

The truth of our feelings;

Our faces no longer express

The naivety of our excitements;

Our humanness is disguised

By the fashion of sophisticated ideas,

That awe us into believing

Their claims of truth.

Their artistry may have garnered me an image;

But I have lost the sensation of touch

You and I stand unreal to ourselves.

How can I free myself;

So that I can then free you?