My Own Self Poem by Mathew Sutter

Here I am,
Right in front of you.
I might as well be naked,
'Cause you don't even see me as I am.
You see me as I appear to be,
And you don't even seem to comprehend,
How this frustrates me.

I try my best to be as I am,
But I have to change my act,
To please the people around me.

I can't be myself,
And by the time I come home...
Well, I forget who I really am.

Everyday is the same story,
And everday more layers are added to me.
I can't figure out who I am anymore...
What I am anymore.
I go with the flow and hope for the best,
And pray to god that I can find myself again.

When I come home,
I act as I do and do what I think I used to do.
It's truly hard when I hold so many secrets and lies,
From the people that I love.
Isn't sad that I don't even know the meaning of 'truth' is anymore?

It's so hard because my life is a lie.
I don't feel like I am meant to even existed.
My life seems to have no meaning,
And yet I live everyday like there is one.

Prehaps I live everyday because I know,
Deep down,
Past every layer of me...
That I have a purpose, but I just have to figure it out again.

I hope I can,
No, I know I will.
I will not die by my own hand nor die from my own mind.

Today,
I see the world more clearly and it feels like I haven't,
Taken a breath of air in such a long time.
It feels good again to be my own self...