true self
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I am a creature of the desert
I can be no other, it is my home, I am its son
Though the mountains call, and I go to them, I do not stay
But having drunk deep of shade and pine and mushroom loam
Because you love me you sat up all night
Despite having work the next morning, early
So I could cry over nothing
Because my anxiety told me “Warning: OVERWHELMED”
Walls around my heart,
Chains around my body
Keeping me stiff and without emotion
Keeping me from letting anyone in
These walls I built a mile high inside me
So you ask me who I am,As if I really know,As if I could be just one person,Part of the status quo,One person is not really one,Especially at this age,There are so many of us now,
Who hides behind this mask of mine,
The one given at birth so fine,
The one who wishes to fit in,
Yet identity sticks like a pin.
Through dance she moves effortlessly,
My True Self
My true self is a lion
A gorgeous one you see
When she stands up fierce as well as tall
What exists beneath my curtain
What exists beneath the wall, the shield, the barricade
What extists beneath this bright smile
Beneath this laugh that lights up the world
What exists beneath my protection
Blistered ego, aching self,scared girl in lion's mane.Teeth bared, upturnedto keep sanity. I don't wantto inconvenience, I
I hide from you all.
My true self, I cannot recall.
You see what you want to see.
I display a fake identity.
Outside lives a guy with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a guy with a frown full of despair.
