I’m tired of fighting, of hiding a lie,

Of painting my truth in an uncomfortable sky.

Each breath feels borrowed, each step feels so wrong,

I’ve danced in this silence for far too long.

 

My smile is thin armour, my words are rehearsed,

A play on repeat where I’m always so cursed.

The mirror reflects what I don’t want to see,

A stranger who’s violently screaming at me.

 

The nights grow colder with the secrets I keep,

Wounds presented in dreams that ruin my sleep.

Truth knocks loudly within my own chest,

Begging release, demanding to rest.

 

But fear is a jailer, cunning and sly,

Convincing my mind that it is safer to lie.

Yet still, I envision the light breaking through,

A moment of peace where I can be true.

 

So here I stand, my voice nearly gone,

Exhausted from battles that dragged on and on,

Let truth be the answer a solution to try,

I am done with the fighting, so done with the lie.