I read,
to get rid of the pain.
For if I live someone else's life,
I have no time to be vain.

It helps me remember,
it helps me to forget.
It rests the burning ember,
of fear ever on my chest.

The person I wanted to be,
I cannot recall.
I once yearned to run free,
but now I just fall.

I read of others,
how they are proud and strong.
Thoughts of them smother,
so I feel I am no longer in the wrong.