I’ve been making myself smaller

Fitting inside the palm of your shaking hands

Because you still feel the power

That still radiates and transcends--

a mask I wear to seem tolerable,

a mask I wear to feel lovable and make you comfortable 

Fear, my dear, has always plagued my life

I built myself from scratch just to try to hide

I’m a self made man and my star dust won’t stay inside 

So I guess that’s why you catch me crying 

I’ll beat myself down until I’m a fine powder 

I’ll give you the high of your life 

But I suppose we all have side effects 

And mine is my entire life 

You rant on mortality and how bad it scares you 

You’re scared of losing power and youth 

I lost my childhood while I had it and I was never given instructions for this game anyway 

You find my woes to be trivial and I find yours to be generic 

I shake over crowds and I get dizzy when I’m asked how I feel

But my tombstone has never stirred me 

Falling off a track I never have been on doesn’t cause me distress 

I guess numbness and exposure have cloaked my perception of death 

When you make yourself small 

When you become loose change,

A particle of dust, a grain of sand 

There’s not much to lose if I have sacrificed all of who I am  

So with this, I hope to begin growing

I hope this won’t stunt my development

I’m going to go from shed to skyscraper

From barely alive to living dead 

If that scares you, there’s a box for your soul to hide in