AM I A COWARD?

Does it make me a coward?
That each morning I lay in bed
trying to avoid reality, eyes closed
hoping I just imagined it
and that I'm already gone

Does it make me a coward?
That I'd rather be alone
than to invest myself in someone
and later have them gone
Does it make me a coward?
That I hide behind my words
I'd rather write it down
than say it out loud
away from that big crowd
Does it make me a coward?
To walk away before I'm in to deep
To keep myself bottled up, all neat
To hide behind a mask, fun and carefree
To swallow my pain and plaster that face
Does it make me a coward?
That life scares me more than death
That love I turn into burning rage
That joy I love to hate
That pain makes me feel great
Does it make me a coward?
To watch from a far
afraid to reveal who I am
running from what is real
hidding behind the words