To Be one's self is to Be Dangerous
I have spent my whole life running.
Running from who I am,
And what I could be.
Running from my internal devil
Who chases me relentlessly.
I need a safe haven.
Somewhere that I can be who I am
And not suffer the consequences
That are as bloodthirsty as my shadow and me.
All my time has been spent hiding.
Hiding from my past.
The years that will haunt me eternally,
And the past that was a mistake.
I need a retreat.
Somewhere that I can conceal myself
From all the pain and suffering
I have brought upon others.
The pain I yearn to forget,
Yet it has burned its name in my soul.
I need to stop running.
I need to stop hiding.
But how?
How can I stop the one thing?
The only thing that is natural to me…