I Am Me

My impoverished heart beats a solemn tune.

Alone, I sing along trying to fit in, in this dying world.

I can't be myself, I can't say I love you.

Without the constant skepticism, borne from jealousy.

With a heart of stone I make a name for myself so I might live happily.

But I find my every step, my every move being monitored.

I'm not who I put myself out to be.

A heartless person, but a popular person.

So what does it matter?

I mean being surrounded by fakes,

thats what we all want isn't it?

To be loved and adored, even if they love and adore,

someone who isn't us.

I'm living in a high life society, 

where we all behave with the utmost propriety.

Well I say I'm done, finished with this life.

This is me, this is real.

My heart is tired of being set in stone.

My eyes are burning from the burning truth.

I've wasted away these years in solemnity.

Because I wouldn't express the real me.

Now I'm working towards a new sense of life.

Finding the meaning to love, the cure for hate.

Finding a way to make this life one worth living.

I won't be impoverished, I won't be concealed.

The world will find me to be worthy.

Of redemption, and I shall be content.

Knowing that I have found my place.

Knowing that my mind isn't clouded, and my heart is true.

Knowing that I am me, and thats exactly who I want to be.