Another week over,

Another day through.

How did I do,

Have I been true?

Did I weaken and follow,

The crowd on the street.

Did I loose me,

Was I simply discrete?

Did I fear losing,

The support that I have,

By being authentic.

Did I cut me in half?

Did I fear falling,

Back down again,

After getting up,

And feeling sane?

Did I fear stumbling,

Over my own thoughts.

To lose myself,

In a whole bunch of oughts?

Yet for me to be 'whole',

I need to be me.

I need courage to see,

How I can be free.

Free of these thoughts,

That endlessly flow,

Round my mind,

And fill me with woe.

Free of the stigma,

That I may feel,

From society around,

That looks may reveal.

Can I accept,

that I simply have an illness,

Like so many others,

And life is just thus?

If I try and hide it away,

It will likely stay.

Like the secrets we have,

That hold our feet in clay.

I need the courage,

To show the real me.

Not drift through life,

Like a bottle in the sea.

Then people can see,

And feel who I am.

And I'll not be closed,

Tight as a clam.

I can only love others,

As much as I love myself.

Can I love me,

Hidden up on the shelf?

We want the world to be real,

We want people to be true,

How can I help,

If I keep me out of view?

Les

A Moodscope member.