I wither away at the sound of pain,
And I can't take the shame of being insane.
I think I know, but again, I don't.
So ever so slightly so suddenly, let me down.
Let me down from this high place.
I had always wanted to get down and join the waiting crowds that used to call my name.
They never knew the shame.
I had always wanted glory,
But I had also wanted light.
For in the days that I did shine bright,
It was always in the darkness of the night.
I've always, always wondered,
What it was like to be,
Down there living as your true self could be.
I ache cause I know I'll never be me.
Who was I supposed to be?
What could I have done?
If I was able to step off and down,
And explore; just being free?
Alas, I wither away at the thought of breaking my self and my pride!
Or, The people who though I was perfect, but, niegh!
They cheered me on, but never knew,
How slowly it was to die.
-A.C.
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