Identity Crisis

Sitting on a stranger’s garden wall

Almost having had enough of it all

When it came to me that I was me again

That I was allowed to be free again

For the first time since the start of secondary school.

 

I stood out for not fitting in

Into some narrow sphere of perceived cool

As his foot clipped my leg

And my knee smashed the concrete

I knew I was heading for a prolonged fall

 

Four years is a long time to breathe in

And not be able to exhale

I tried so hard to disappear

To become invisible

I’d ended up somewhere beyond the pale

 

But suddenly the jailors keys jangled

And I was read my terms of release

I was let out into the world again

I was left alone to be myself again

I never thought I’d feel such sweet relief.