I felt like I was three or four different people
I switched from one to another,
Like the seasons every three months,
Sometimes like a scared kitten,
Passing into the next stage of life,
Becoming a thrall for all.
Like a ferocious lion,
Doing what it wants to,
Moving away from others,
Alone away from the bodies of stale meat.
He was ready to explore
And hit the marks and target,
But wasn’t ready to reveal who he was.
In times the confidence boosted
And the mind was set,
To fly and be himself.
But pressure and ability
Brought him back
And he understood
The higher you are
To fall and rise again…