I am a storm that never ceases.

 A heart that is conflicted by truth and lies.

I love one minute, then hate without warning.

Sometimes love blossoms, sometimes it dies.

The mirror shows a thousand faces,. Which reflection is mine?

I search for solid ground, but it quickly crumbles.

I long for a chance to shine.

I walk through faces of the world,

but I don’t exist and fade into the darkness.

A raging fire, killing my hope.

I long to belong, but my words reeks with harshness.

Yet in this chaos, I hear a faint voice,

“You are unique as you are.”

Will this roller coaster ever end?

Or will it take me too far?

Sometimes my realty changes.

My stories are not mine.

I long to be loved, authentic and true.

I long for the chance to shine.

Will I ever matter for my truth?

Will my worth be behind my stories?

Living another truth is exhausting.

I long for freedom from my worries.