Only if they could see the light,
only if they could read my mind.
Standing in the middle of it all and in the waves of confusion I stand.
They want the "me" they created but not the "me" I am.
I live in a life of different identities, a life where my words doesn't matter.
I try to stand out but each time they pull me down.
Now I got the vision of why I'm on this path,
and it's all clear that my mission is in motion and I'm the light they long for which they're trying to suppress.
©moralight
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