A VERY PRIVATE LIFE

A Very Private Life

How comfortable it must be;
To be just the person you want to be
and not be filled with self doubt
and self loathing.

To wake each day and feel;
I am glad I am me
is something out of grasp.
It's standing in blackness
reaching for stars -
Temptingly close
yet miles to far.
So no matter how much I stretch
or scrunch my eyes
in valliant yet vain attempts
to bring them near,
those stars named
Contentment
Happiness
Love
Glisten in the eyes of others
And gleam in their smiles.
As my eyes shine with unseen tears
of disappointments and hurt
And my smile remains false to protect from pity.
If only the outward Me
could displace itself and be true
of my mind and my heart
so that I am
what I let the world see,
Then I too
Could be glad
I am me