I am sick with every moment, Every step I have to take. I should be stronger and I know it, But I’m caught and can’t escape From the fires I see everywhere, Including those yet to exist; These sparks should be the end of me, Yet still my own persists.
Where is there to go When the blind see more than me? Someone must step forward But here we hang upon each other’s sleeves. There is nowhere to go When every step leads to a fall; There is no home for us But the darkness that we bring.
I have lived as half a person, And still I don’t feel small enough: The world is just too big, And I can’t unexist enough To go unnoticed on a stage Packed with starless knights, Never knowing where they’re going, But always ready for the fights That come to all who chose And who continue choosing; I am not one of those, Yet in the spotlight I stand, losing.
“It’ll take time,” they tell me, “To be yourself again. Spending lifetimes shifting skins Can take lifetimes to undo again.” “You’ll be fine,” they tell me, “You just don’t know it yet.” But I’m still waiting for the day They understand the pain Of being who I’m asked to be: A person who is no one yet.