is there something wrong with me?
something imbued deep within my biology?
my differences make me - me, but they also make it hard to see.
life is an odyssey, one that i prefer to journey privately.
i only want the one above to be guiding me.
as when i'm around others i'm always hiding - me.
you can see how it's difficult to be free, when trying to be who they want you to be.
tug of war between society and family.
make my own decisions, they exclaim “how can he?”
it's uncanny.
fear leave me now, as it's time to up the ante.
all bets on me, i’d die to see my dreams become reality.
for me not to be great would be a tragedy.
when i can truly be myself, i’ll then live forever happily. 

»B.Don