If I run,
I will hide
If I hide,
I will sleep
If I sleep,
Nothing with be
Complete.

My body needs to be
Divided in two
One body I contain
The other will remain
Without one, the other diminish
With none, I relinquish
For it would be my fault.

When I was alone
I saw myself
With someone else
Their face, their tone:
Blind to my mental health
Did not want to know the truth
Since I made myself blind

When I saw him
Near the crossroads
My heart fluttered
Into the sky
And my body laid afloat
I remained aloft
I began to fall.

What is love?
I can't seem to find it out
His and hers,
Her and I,
Before you leave
I sure hope I die
This is what to do.

What is the difference
If my love is untrue?
Him and me,
His and his,
What can I do
Besides this truth?
My worldview was skewed.

If I continue to hide,
What I falsely portray
Will become truth.
The prejudiced will
Have to be forgave.
My life will be forfeit
If I don't speak my feelings.

What if they don't understand?
They will question me
Their vision of me will bend
Questions, then they will pretend.
For they wonder how I'm undressing.
Should I keep them guessing?
Will their faith keep them in love?

To actualize my desire,
For their ears to perk up
My worst forfeits to my best
And their views to cave in
On themselves, opinions will blow up
The restraint I feel will letup;
I will finally have room to move.

Because what I've felt before
Is not enough
To fill the void deep inside
That has never been full.
Although cold, rigid, and rough
I have only filled it with useless stuff
My heart has not been content for a while.

But I will be exploited
By these heartless corporations
That want to save face
They pretend to accept us
Only to promote their compensation
For only profits are in calculation
They will continue to lie to us.

This fear ingrained
Is not enough for me to stay the same
Or rather to prevent me from digging deeper
Deeper towards the truth
As I look at what remains:
I only have myself to attain.
As I reach deeper, I lay awake.

I will struggle, no doubt
To come to terms with my new gaze
I will inevitably speak louder
My lust for life will become a beacon
As it will aid my walking for endless days
For my life in entirety is a stupid phrase
I must become my life.