Hide and Seek

You're an afterthought you had on mossy rocks
After touching the flowing water you were not

My home is knowing nothing new can hurt
A once explosive chest now decidedly inert
Forget your parties, clubs and bars
Your unthinking smiles turning to scars

What's so great about talking circles endlessly?
All those late night phone bills, do they mean anything?

I can either live now, or cup hands for sympathy
Supposedly, but I won't have you pity me

Don't call it stubborn, it's hardly a choice
When I can't hear the truth trying to smoothen your voice
Make a path and stick to it, you indecisive hypocrite
"I'm young and free," you say, as if attempting
To hide the fact your drying hands are empty