Writer’s Word: This poem was written a few years ago, when I was still struggling with identifying who I was and with self acceptance. It is published now in recognition of those still struggling to accept themselves and to remind us that we all take different lengths of time to accept ourselves.


His face a perfect guise for his secrets within

His life is a lie ‘cause he is living a sin

His sin – a label of the society in which he is in

His secret – a burden on his shoulders

With the weight of a million boulders

While it is day, he wears a smile

A disguise that lasts only a while

In the silent solitude of the night

He turns a somber sight

He shares his secret with no one, with no one but himself

Only to reshelf them at dawn on the cracked shelves of his broken mind

Smiles all through day light

Somber through the dark night

All because he is living a lie


As the days turn to night and the nights to day

He begins to lose himself

No longer able to separate who he is

From whom society wants him to be

And so begins his fight for an identity

The desires of self against the demands of society

His Yin, their Yang; His right, their wrong

His cry for help misconstrued a call for attention

For so long he has lived multiple lives

With no idea which is really his

He never could explain the why or how

Of whom he was: a deviation from the norm of society

And an explanation was all he ever wanted

He was what he wished he wasn’t

Now all he wants is to be himself

If only he knew himself.

Written by Chandler B.

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