Breaking Picket Fences

Come face the truth,
when they know you're a fake', the shrink says,

'you haven't gotta heart,
so everybody knows, what you didn't say.
everybody swears
that you're a tad, bit
late'.

but beyond the mounted door,
there's a light not seen before.
I know how much it's reachable,
but I care less, feeling, careless,
I wander down the vineyard of my ear.
though it's seamless, I could care less,
careless.

around my feet I see them joining;
biting over me, bone tears away,
and until I cry for longing,
do they take the time
to take my pain away.