Last night I screamed out in fright.
Turn on the lights, oh holy might!
Nightmare? Nah,
still I had a plight.
Black and white,
every sec of the night,
it felt like an eternity;
being accompanied only by a dim light.
Sweltering my way to my alter ego,
I called upon it.
With it's hand on my head,
I laid down on my bed.
It ain't easy for me,
there's too much to dread.
A void within me,
screams out for help.
Patriarchy once taught me,
loneliness can only reflect weakness.
So I spent my nights in distress,
Hoping to come out of this mess.
How often do we cage ourselves?
Buried down with our insecurities;
our true skin starts to haunt us,
so we shed it every now and then.
We mould, bend,mutilate and
Maim ourselves
just to fit in with others;
still left disappointed.
It's never too late to understand,
what it really means to be different?
It's okay if you couldn't find your tribe,
Maybe you're born to lead one.
So just stick to your identity and
Wait for the roar upfront.
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