Alone

deals with the fear of exposing your true nature

Alone
by L.S. Leader

I am alone
They do not see
This bustling crowd
that pushes me
From every side
To them, I am not real.

They can see my body
And they may think they know
The dreams that dwell inside of me
The thoughts that trouble so
But they don’t see the real me.
They don’t know how I feel.

If I should ever take the chance
If I dared to drop my mask
Would they revile me? Turn away?
Make that time with me the last?
Would they send me far away?
Consign me to a bitter fate?

Perhaps, a little voice has said
Perhaps that’s not how it would be
Perhaps they’ll like the real you
It would be lovely to be free.
But I have never dared to try
And with my death it is too late.