Chasing

Running out of places to hide these faces
Tired of putting on all those pretenses.
When will a day go by that I am free..
Free of ridicule and snide comments?
Able to simply live and breath and be me...
Stop being judged for someone I used to be,
Let go of a past that was left behind me...

I changed me... doesn't that count for anything?
If I am to forever life in my own shadow,
Then please tell me what is the point?
What's the point in living?
Why did I stand so strong,
Live.... Live so hard, fight so long?

If all I am to ever be seen as,
Is who I once was, what I once had.
Success is attainable to the one who believes...
Yet no one can truly succeed,
If they are never let go of their bondage.
It's like clipping the birds wings...
And watching him try... try to fly free.

Each word, each dagger, each comment you make...
Snips away at the wings I have worked so hard..
Hard to build strength...
And everyone knows a caged bird... never
sings or flies free...
stop silently trying so hard...
So hard to silence and ground me.
I have lived, I have wronged....
I have changed and moved on.

Please, oh please don't make me...
Make me break free,
From all that has driven me,
Guided me, gave me reason.
Reason to be.

... stop chasing away...
If you want me to stay....
Let me go if you can't see.
See the real me.

@s.irfanaleem 7.19.2014