A/N-This is a poem I wrote while thinking about how much I wish I could be
the real me without being mocked.

Deep In My Soul

There's something boiling up inside me begging to be free
Something that sets me apart, something special and unique
I've kept it hidden my whole life, while I pretended to be someone I'm not
In the closets of my mind and soul I let it sit and rot
But now I'm beginning to see that I don't need to pretend
That I can be the real me and still have all my friends
It's not like my soul will change, I'll still be the old me
Just now the fa├žade will fade and I'll be able to spread my wings
So if there's something deep in you that makes you the person you are today
That's a special thing to have that should never be wished away