I’ve traveled a great distance.
Yet have so far to go.
And met with much resistance.
From those that just don’t know.
Tried to explain, to educate.
But end up wasting time.
It always ends up in debate.
With narrow brainwashed minds.
I’ve made mistakes along the way.
Like most everybody does.
By not being open everyday.
To the ones I really love.
Because I’ve lived for someone else.
For way too many years.
The mistakes I made were to myself.
For not facing my worst fears.
And the person I lied to the most.
Resides within myself.
And made me wander like a ghost.
That lived upon a shelf.
So now I tell them when I must.
So hopefully they’ll see.
I’m the same person that they did trust.
Except now I’m being me.
So, no more hiding who I am.
No more living in denial.
And when they say that I’ll be damned.
I’ll sigh and force a smile.
Free at last
I’m surrounded by people, and yet I’m alone.
I dwell in my own house, but I’m not at home.
I’ve lived most of my life, hiding inside a shell.
Tossed a fortune in hopes, into the wishing well.
Memories of time lost, and torturous pain.
Are embedded and grate, there inside my brain,
I searched for the good, but found only despair.
Would often give up with, no emotion to spare.
Had to put my dream, upon a dark shelf.
Put my own life on hold, for someone else’s health.
And I traveled the trail, of destructive ways.
Hoping that, would put a swift end to my days.
At the end of my rope, my commitments did end.
With the loss of a loved one, now is time to begin.
After too many years, of seeing nothing but grey.
I knew in my heart, that I’d find my way.
To put an end to pretending, throw away the denial.
To embrace the knowledge, I have known since a child.
To feel the warm sun, as it dries all the tears.
Enlightening my soul, and melting my fears.
To just be myself, that is all that I ask.
I’ll endure all the pitfalls, and conquer each task.
It’s better than dieing, while wearing a mask.
This thing called transition that has freed me at last.
Alternate last line
(Freed from those shackles, I can live life at las
Just me
Somehow was born convicted.
And sentenced to doing time.
For being just the way I am.
And didn't once commit a crime.
They'd say I was pathetic.
And that I was a disgrace.
Minding my own business.
Someone punched me in the face.
The last one chosen for the team.
As if I really cared.
And always getting teased.
Cause of the way I wore my hair.
Then hiding my emotions.
I'd wander off to be.
Alone I'd cry an ocean.
So the world could never see.
At last I'm done with school days.
Yippee, Hooray, I'm free.
Maybe now those kids will all grow up.
And I can just be me.
Leap of faith
Take a leap of great faith.
From a familiar place.
But it’s someplace where you don’t belong.
Things rush at your face.
As you strive to erase.
Those things that you know that are wrong.
Like running a race.
As you slowly displace.
The things that have hurt you so long.
As you hurtle through space.
Letting go with great haste.
Be proud to sing out your song.
And seek to embrace.
All the style and grace.
That’s eluded your life all along.
Wiping tears from your face.
Finding there’s no disgrace.
Take control, stand up, and be strong.
Pain within
A piece of paper, pen in hand.
Time flows by like hourglass sand.
Words rush out from in the brain.
As tears pour down like falling rain.
The pain withheld just grows some way.
And haunts your being everyday.
From dawn to dusk and in between.
Are battles to keep the hurt unseen.
And then there comes a tiny slip.
When someone sees a subtle tip.
That not all is how your life might seem.
How the nightmare fades away the dream.
Tired of hiding you bare your all.
With a true friend they feel your fall.
Only true friends can feel your pain.
And for a true friend you’d do the same.
So, as I am writing, this I do know.
Don’t hold in your pain and foster its growth.
Release the hurt that resides there within.
Even if only with paper and pen.
River of tears
This time I know I crossed a line.
And paid no heed to the warning signs.
The feelings within me, there all of my life.
As I held them in, they cut like a knife.
I need to release what’s been trapped inside.
Out into the day and no longer hide.
It has all been my fault, of this I do know.
For just not allowing, my true self to show.
You will not accept my words of remorse.
You can’t understand I must follow this course.
Your beauty and love kept me inside my shell.
Along with the joy, I was living in hell.
My life of denial has come to an end.
When all’s said and done, can we still be friends?
And if you must hate me after all of those years.
I’ll still move forward in a river of tears.
The song
I wish that everyone could just get along.
Like words and music in a song.
A song so free it brings a tear.
And to the whole it brings good cheer.
Too many see the outward shells.
And fail to see the inward hells.
The hells of our inner child.
For most of us are driven wild.
We often live within ourselves.
All our hopes and dreams upon a shelf.
This is why we wish this song.
This show of hearts that get along.
Someday, somehow the world will see.
We are only what we were meant to be.
For we are the same both you and me.
We long for a world that’s finally free.
So, tell the world we can’t be wrong.
Raise your voice, sing out this song.
We all together must get along.
Like words and music there in a song.