Empty of Desire

Empty of desire to be who everyone expects me to be.

I want to find my voice.

Open up, be myself.

To be who I was made to be.

To be free.

Empty of desire to be fake.

Tired of feeling dead.

What more is it going to take

To tear this facade away

To be unafraid & not feel dread.

The judgement, the gossip

Sure to come my way.

Will I be able to stand

As it rips my soul

Tearing my spirit to shreds.

Empty of desire

No more within these walls

Can my soul remain.

Straining against the fear

My voice finds its song…..and soars.

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