Wishing I Was Someone Else Poem by Phil Soar

Wishing I was someone else, has haunted me for years
Through many states of mind,
Through kindness, love and tears,
A myriad of circumstances all affect the brain
No two days identical
No two days the same

If I encounter loneliness, it always takes control
Increases some injustice
Affects the mind and soul
And so I hide away inside a shell made out of steel
Just hiding from reality
Hiding from what's real

No matter how the years have flown and confidence subsides
I never have controlled the fear
Residing deep inside
So when the mood envelops me, and I may seem somewhat lost
I realize there will be change
And yet I've paid the cost