Searching for Solace

I am still the same person

no matter what you can see?

Still hiding in shadows

afraid to be me.

For the truth is I’m weak

riddled with fear

trapped in a lonely place

that is mine to endure.

My mind always battles

with who I should be?

Knowing the consequence

of just being me.

Creating vast chasms

impossible to bridge

getting lost in translation

each day I have lived.

Always yearning for answers

always questioning the day

searching out solace

in my own way.