I never lived
I started living yesterday
Standing in the skin of my truth
It feels like my freedom getting bruises
And the man breaking out of the boy I was
I feel, I can’t be everything to everyone, yet
Maybe be myself first so I’d know how to be here
To give love and kindness and my tears for joy
Here I stand, on this crossroad
Overdosed with my inner character’s voices
Relentless and scratching love from a distant
Me, hustling before my own tiny whispers
Opening my mouth to ooze my lot of secrets
To an open audience hungry to hear my story
Begging with their eyes and ears, waiting
My lips leaking with secrets they’ve forever know
I started living yesterday
After I allowed this boy breathe.
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