I Know Who I Should Be But I Am Not
Introductions
i am not a broken man
not forged by any broken bones
not crying for any lost memories
and yet i lay wondering
the moon looks lovely tonight
and i ate my favorite meals
so why do i still feel like something is gone
and when i look in the mirror
is that really me?
The Peace of Everything
sometimes in the peace of the silence between everything,
i know what it’s like to be something i’m not.
a soft voice, a calm demeanor, a comforting hand,
in a weird way, i become what i know isn’t typical.
the stress in my eyes remain, but my wishes vanish,
and in that moment, i can recognize who we are.
though the moment ends, and my back tenses,
i wish someone would hold my hand and tell me the peace of
everything.
Worth
who said life is forged by your own ambition, the liars,
and who said you could be what you wanted?
i wish i could dance with you, i wish we could chat about the stars,
but that’s not who the world decided i would be.
fate is a cruel wish, a genie of impossible design,
in which we live in contained contempt for what should have been.
so while that music is playing, and you move with the world,
i’ll show you the worth i’ve been given, and hope there’s something more.