Come, take from me, the things that I could never seem to find the way

Come, take from me, the things that I could never seem to find the way to push from my mouth. The doubt is inescapable and all around. In a liar’s throne I spoke a specious truth. Upon my face I wore a mask crafted for you. Bricks and mortar built these walls so I could keep this hidden until now. The ground trembles underneath my feet before it all comes crashing down. I’m a liar and a fool. In my deceit I built a prison around you. Pray for me. You took from me, the things that I could never seem to find the way to make myself confess. Believe me when I say I tried my hardest.