Poetry.

Searching for something invisible to the eyes,

For the first time in a long time I’m not afraid to cry.

So many secrets I have to keep inside,

One by one these secrets come alive.

I cannot hide them anymore.

It’s time the world knew what made me close the door.

Afraid to let anyone in because of what they might see,

Always afraid that they would see the real me.

I can’t do this anymore I have to believe,

Today is the last day I’ll cry because tomorrow I’ll be free.

I can’t be happy trying to hide from the world,

This mask I used to wear will stay hidden in the drawer.

I will not lose my family, my friends, my dreams.

I’m letting go of my fears, I will be happier than I seem.

I no longer care what people think of me,

Their thoughts will no longer keep me from showing the real me. 

This life of pain, fear and anger will no longer put me in danger.

I know what I want to be,

Starting today the world will see the true me.

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