Still Holding on

I’m still holding on to the part of me,

that somehow everyone wants me to get rid of

That deep feeling in my gut

that tells me that I cannot be,

anything they ever wanted me to be.

Vengeance is my color,

Pride for who I am is what I breathe

on the surface I wear a mask,

that only few could ever see

There’s so much more to who I am

I feel like I’m drowning,

the iceberg that holds me down

remembering my breath of fire

I will rise

Though my reality is personal

and hidden to the public's eye

I will never fit in truly

Still holding on to the truth inside of me

like the eagle that soars into the high sky

I will hold on til the day that I die.

Author's Note

I wrote this July 12, 2014