By Damien Knight
Bright colours cant take away the pain

Sunny skies don’t mean there is no rain

I wept feeling all alone surrounded

While others claim my fear is unfounded

Do you live your truest self?

Or are you sheltered, soul upon the shelf?

If I live as my truest, hatred and judgement

Vile yells that I should repent

But if I live as a lie, I’d rather be dead

So I’ll be the man I imprisoned in my head

And those who would wish me ill

Those who’d rather I be killed 

I will dismiss their existence best I can

And stand strong as the man I am


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