My mind it’s cold, it’s dark, it’s black,
I have no where to run, to turn, to fall back.

I’m happy, I’m sad,
I’m angry I’m mad,
Does this make me weird, odd, even feared?

I scream for help but no one hears,
For them it’s easier to cover their ears.
But help me please, I need you now,
And all they ask is “but how”?

I’m entombed inside my own mind can’t you tell?
But I guess that’s not somewhere you’d care to dwell.

Anytime, anyplace, any day, anyway,
Look to the stars and search for me,
I’m always there, watching, listening, waiting,
Guiding you on your journey into the unknown,
I may not be able to be with you,
But know I’m here my child, forever and true

How are you, they ask; I’m fine I say,
This will happen everyday,
Are you sure, they reply,
Of course, I lie.

Am I fine though?
I’m no longer sure,
I’m so used to giving that answer I must sound like a bore.

“Fake it till you make it”, it’s a fine quote to learn,
But fake it too much you’ll become fake in turn.

Just because I put on a smile, or I laugh, or I try,
Doesn’t mean I won’t break down and cry.

The lesson to learn here is to notice the signs,
Just because someone says they’re fine at least try to read between the lines.

I’ve gotten so good at pretending to be happy, to be okay, to be sure,
That genuine happiness is now a territory obscure.

Hey you? Yes you. Reading this poem,
Maybe you’re happy, or maybe you’re sad,
But whatever you are, listen now and listen well,
Read the next verses, be sure, be glad.

Not every path you take will be the right one,
And the easiest path is not always the best,
Some roads ahead will be long and tough,
But follow your truth and you’ll pass the test.

Remember not to judge yourself based on the opinions of others else you’ll get nowhere,
But be someone nobody thought you could be and be it with flare.

Now I must go but I’ll leave you with this:
No one of perfect and perfect is no one,
And after the rain there comes a rainbow,
Be as rare and unique as a four leaf-clover,
Then may your doubts all be over.

Watch me,
Spread my wings,
Fly amongst the clouds,
Don’t stop,
Can’t stop,
For now I’m truely at peace,
Live and learn and love and soar,
Be true and you’ll fly too.

Who am I? That’s a good question.
Answer? I don’t know, any suggestions?

How do you answer a question like that?
Am I a flower? Am I a thorn?
Could I be both?

It’s hard nowadays to be “who you are”; society has expectations,
That everyone must choose a side, so battle stations.