Poem- untitled

obsession

swept back from his brow

returning to normal

the way they want him

keeping his secret locked away

playing the part he fits so well

hiding his true self from the judgement of their eyes

condesending

watching

waiting

for the moment to arise

when his true self can be let out

able to breath the obsession of being him

his personality, not theirs

fire burning in his eyes wanting to feel this free always

he must be careful

not to show them who he is

banishment from their lives is the punishment

but punishment also brings his freedom

to wonder the earth as himself

for himself, not for them

living his life in truth

obsession, the greater power

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Thats a really good poem. x