Alas for the simple days of youth
Yet a new period in life
Gives chance to reform
Oneself
Misconceptions mistakenly made
Grow like clinging vines
Their choking hold killing what once was
Forced to be what one cannot
For what they are is no more
The brush of deception grows
Without the shears of courage
Life becomes a turmoil
And one is a stranger in their own skin
What life worth living can be led in a lie?
What man would sell their life for false promises
of friendship?
No more!
It cannot continue
It must end here
Yet if who I was is dead
And who I am is a lie
Then who am I?
