That spark

A million thoughts crowd my head

They are a mix of what society tells me I should be

What my parents want me to be

And a small portion,

very small,

In some distant region of my mind that speaks to my soul

That declares what kind of person I want to be

What I want my future to become

Slowly I clutch on to that spark

That distant voice

Pulling it closer so that it is within reach

But…

Do I dare

Do I dare become my inner demons,

hidden angels,

and repressed desire

What will they say? 

society?

My parents?

My peers?

Can people accept the real me

Full of failures, anxieties, and pains

Can I trust them with a piece of me

Morally ambiguous in its construction

Neither light nor dark

but fully myself

How do I express myself in a society that values conformity?

How can humanity confine themselves to one set of ideals when we are all so different?

But most importantly why?

Why do we even want to emulate others when we can reflect our inner selves?

bright, bold, and brilliant.