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