To Be You

Sometimes I feel like I'm beating my head against a rock; A hard place to be, let me tell you. Coming out saved my life, As I saw the end coming: That bright, beckoning light, Like a doe in the headlights. "Poor dear" in the headlines; That's who I was destined to be. Thirty-five was my expiration; When you know you know Yourself inside and out, And no one believes you know; you know? You know what's coming, What's going on under the surface: Overhead made of mental management. A mind like a steel trap, but Middling mettle meant at best--your silver lining--you seem well; At worst, you feel your being tearing apart at, well, the seams. Torn: a part of you that shouldn't be. That shan't be; that won't be! That wants to be. Desperately! Despairingly, dying to be! And so, dying, you die or Be you.