I walk my daily life
Not being true to me.
A promise I made to one
Is one I must keep.
It isn't I do not love this soul.
It is amazing and sincere.
But I am not myself,
I am not truly here.
I long to be what I am,
And fear I will never be.
Afraid to let it come out,
Scared to search my loyalties.
Obviously it is not my contentment.
That is not my main concern.
So for now I will continue to dream
For the life that I truly yearn.
