Me,
It's all I can be,
And nobody else,
I am proud,
To be myself.
These icy shards,
That covers my heart,
Protects my injured soul,
Keeping people out,
Are beginning to melt.
Falling,
Slipping away,
The wall is,
Being torn down,
The shell is slowly,
Coming off,
To experience better things,
Than before.
The voices inside my head,
That was created,
By other people,
Whispering,
That I could never make it.
Is ebbing away,
Replaced by a more powerful,
And inspiring call.
For years,
I let the fear,
Control me.
Planning my every turn,
Every single thought,
Afraid to death,
Of making a wrong move.
I hardly had the strength,
To breath,
To live,
To continue on.
Then I met someone,
Who knows,
Exactly how it feels,
To be stomped on,
Beaten down,
The light inside of you,
Taken away.
And who has figured out,
How to control the fear.
Are they leaving?
Are the voices fading?
So many questions,
And yet,
Do I have time,
To even answer?
Can I answer?
Do I have the strength?
I am still nervous,
The evil voices still exist,
But sometime soon,
All of the shouting will be,
Long forgotten,
Like misplaced voices in a storm,
Surrounded by dark clouds,
And eventually drowned.
I will fight this,
Willing to conquer,
The wicked whispers,
The twisted nightmares,
The demons from my past,
That echo so intensely,
In my head.
Me,
It's all I can be,
And nobody else.
And I am proud,
To be myself.
So no matter what,
I am stronger,
I may not be willing,
But I will do what I must,
To find my way,
From those sounds.
I will be free.
I will be me.