All the little lights

Is it me?

Is it me that bends my bones
In hopes to find some peace
Or is the place I'm forced to be
What really strips my ease

Can I be held responsible
For things I haven't done
Or do I hold myself up to
The role that I've become

Can I escape the twisted farce
That's seized upon my mind
Or will I be a victim like
The ones before my time

How can I ever hope to be
The real authentic me
When all I am is what I'm asked
And what the mirrors see

Can I leave the hate behind
Or will it cling like frost
Reluctant to truly leave my place
come spring time I'll be lost

Is this my fate, to follow till
My number is up for death
And will I even find my peace
Once I am laid to rest