Would it be lonely if you were misunderstood, misinterpreted and mostly... seen as not of your identity? Who said it was so easy... being someone you are is nothing compared to someone they see inside you... it feels so cold that nothing seems to give you warmth...
The fake light that is disappearing
The true light that is being born
In these hands...
I'm losing the fake side of me... to molt into the true being like nothing is impossible... they see me as childish but with other people I turn into someone else... when it's time to joke around, I joke around, when it's time to get serious, I get it... so as long as I live, I will change...
In this world where the wind blows like a knife
What is it that I should protect?
In this journey where I know one pain after another
I draw closer to my true self
As long as I live, I will draw to my true self... freed from the chains that bind me in the past... I will travel this lone road but tend to pick up friends that are willing to accept and help me with all these challenges...