I just wanted to fit in
And find the me
That lies within.
My heart, so closed;
To the world that no knows
Who I am or where my actions come from.
All they know is of my kingdom,
But if they look, they will see.
How painful are my memories.
To conceal themselves in fog,
Like drifting through water, like a log.
Once so strong, so grand, so bold.
Now so wrong, so bland, and so cold.
Searching to take root,
But where to start, and off which foot.
I want to do what is right,
To turn this world over to the light.
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