Whispers of myself

I don't wanna be me,

I try to be you.

I don't know how

to lie down.

Beneath the veils,

the truth lies deep, deep within.

I search the crowds,

I search alone -

the unknown me.

I cry enough to be me.

how sorrowful it is.

My echoes fall,

strongly against the inner walls.

WHO AM I?

In the search of myself

vanishing into silence,

each a battle, silently fought.

Beneath the calm,

a storm arises and brew,

clashing, merging in the dark sea,

forming a relentless, blazing spark.

From this spark, a fire roars,

burning all I was before.

I WILL RISE,

from these sorrowful ashes,

I WILL STAND,

on edges where my fears born.

I WILL RISE UP.