as I travel on this path
staring the devil down
I will not succomb to
the pettiness of culture
the greed of the self
the lure of affections
I will wear the yoke
of unknown suffering
and risk everything
having faith in people
whether they deserve it
or not
for it is far better
to suffer heartache and
bitter disappointment
being true to oneself
and end up with nothing
than to blink even once
and let the devil in
his cunning devious ways
tricking me to walk
upon a dark and crooked path,
unknown to myself
holding his hand for guidance
I would rather be lost
a fool walking to his death
by my own inept choices
true to the person I am
than to have an image
that is not me at all
and walk proudly
as a hero on parade
socially acceptable
and completely 'normal'
so if my next step
takes me over the cliff
please know that I truly
loved all of you



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