It was a mistake to think,
I could live in this world.
It was error to think
I’d fit in.
There were so many flags that
told me there was no place,
for the being that I am.
I walked someone else’s walk,
and was the mouthpiece for other’s words,
yet knew not what were my own.
I played a part in someone else’s play
and believed I was the main draw.
Then I realized, that I was just a
And when I finally figured out who
I am, was, or should be, I found that the path that I
had put myself upon, was someone else’s
idea of who I was supposed to be, and
the life I was supposed to live, and was
according to someone else’s notion of
a purported idea of a life. And I couldn’t find a way
to leave that path.
Then I shed real, passionate, soul-burning tears,
for the man I wish I could have been.