I can’t believe im writing—again

My stage name
Are used by strangers.
It’s similar but not the same
It protects be from the dangers

When I speak
Its who I want to be
Not who I am, the real me
What I say, makes me weak

My support
Is the heart of my muscles
A place without sort
And mostly struggles

As my want waves
I see my dreams in front of me
Realizing that this saves,
Saves me from changing into someone I’m trying to be

Every time
I relapse
Paper with a pen on the side
This is true love, perhaps