Powerless

I wished to be free

Within me a war was raging

My feeling was that I had no control

over who I was

I was powerless to break free

from the chain my past had become

Had I been living a lie

for too long of a time

Was I even the same person

as when I was young

I never really did like

the direction and activities

of those who I had called my friends

Why was being like them

the direction I had chosen

for the way I wanted to see myself

Why was their acceptance

so damned important

I have enslaved myself

to an image

Why had I not given the truth a chance

to set me free