(This was written recently)

​Forever chasing my shadow of ten years ahead

Run a hand though my hair, stretching it to touch the sky

No longer need to hold back my cries

Salty sweet tears fall ever so ugly down my face

to the point I can’t recongize the man in the mirror

No longer need to hold back my smile
I’m not who they say I am

I’m not who they whisper about

Proud of my not so simple mouth

filled with joy to see my face everyday

finally growing to be the man I was meant to be