I am not being the being who I am,

not living the life I'm living.

I'm but a shell, a outer layer,

a masquerade, a rehearsed play.

To most persons I am like a mirror,

showing just a reflection, a shard of soul.

They see me as just another, a normal kid,

but not the real me, if they'd only know.

Deep inside me there is another,

another me, a me that's more feral than me.

Together we are one, we are I,

part man, part beast, together we're complete.

One day I'll be in a place where they accept,

where I can leave my shell and be free at last.

And once I'm living the life I'm living,

Then I am finally being the being who I really am.