Closing In

How can you figure out who you are, when you know you'll suffer if you do?

I walk along the concrete,

thinking of a way I could be free

from the pain of this secrecy

but alas, I can't

for I will be way too sorry I did

once I face the dire concequence.

So, I try to keep it all inside

but it's so hard,

it's much harder than you think

It's hard to believe that it will get better

over time

I'm tripping over my own faith

trying to get through the day,

I'm just dying to say

I'm keeping a straight face,

trying not to scream

choking on the words

that will ruin everything

Is this going to last?

My world's spinning much too fast

Will I ever reveal the truth?

Or will I be forever trapped

with the closed door closed.

Author's Note

How can you figure out who you are, when you know you'll suffer if you do?