Hidden Rooms

A password let's you into the hidden rooms

Where others share their misery and times of gloom

People having to hide their real thoughts

And congregate around like controlled robots

Where people can hide putting a knife in someone back

Safe because they won't be seen or heard while they attack

Others they criticize or easily just push away

Not realizing it's the same game that they all play

Into those hidden rooms everyone wants to peak

Not understanding hiding is for the scared and the weak

If we would all let more people know our opinions and thoughts

Maybe we'd be able to keep the Freedom's that we've still got

But worried that others may not always agree

Makes what we say depend on who we might see

Or we instead stick close to the circle with the least bit of fear

And into the locked rooms where there isn't a single mirror

For hours they will sit back and complain

Carefully looking for someone else to blame

Maybe some of this could all be solved

If one day people would get more involved

Like a knock right on the Presidents door

Saying, " Open up , let us see and hear more. "

Yet hiding is the American way

No longer like the Hippe's back in the day

So what has happened to Freedom of Speech

Is it just about completely out of reach

In the public's eye should our words be fake

Then need to lock the door so an opinion we can make

To think you know who's behind every word

Would really be completely absurd

So for once just try and tuck all your little fears away

Real people will like you even if they don't agree with what you say!



An Uncle Charlie Original