Poems of a mended artist.

is it Her life?

To try and be yourself, such a brave idea, 

or so thought. 

What if it wasn't her choice at all? 

Stuck in this new world for years, 

now it's been long enough. 

I know being myself is impossible because my mind will never let me. 

Be yourself. 

what a wonderful idea. 

and idea that already died..

the last time it was tried. 

I've tried it, It didn't work. 

I've tried it, It only hurt. 

I've tried it, it couldn't be done. 

I've felt that hurt for too long. 

I see no way for this to come to term, 

while I have nothing left to earn. 

Being myself so no one can make me them sounds fun,

But if I continue then this pain has only just begun. 

I guess fear really always makes my decisions, 

I try but I don't see my true feelings ever keeping people near. 

I know in my heart that this acting so they stay will only hurt me. 

I know this isn't good for me, 

But I don't yet know how to end it. 

Its what I've always known. 

So when even I don't know who I truly am, how can I be myself?

What if I already am?