i am not myself.
i never am.
i cannot express who i am
because who i am
is against who others tell me
to be.
i cannot come clean
about what happens
in my mind,
because what happens in my mind,
is not something people are openly okay with.
for a long, long, long time,
i shall continue to hide.
i will hide my soul,
my life,
my likelihood,
because no one will accept me.
no one will be okay with who i am.
