Is That Really You Saying That? Poem by Will Gibbs

To be yourself without a mention,
To lose yourself ‘gainst best intention.
I lost myself amidst desires,
To throw myself upon these fires.
The loser left the battle first,
A victor stands to bear love’s worst.
Amidst this war a battle rages,
Within my mind thoughts spin ages.
Yourself is left in tattered ruin,
Yet war has passed and peace has flew in.
I find u lie amongst the ashes,
Myself I die from thousand lashes.
The time is now the seasons passed by,
Sky is blue and plants in bloom,
The city buried deep in forest,
Yourself amongst a hidden soul.
To make the most amongst the worst.
To be the best with all the least.
To be yourself a lie retold.
The truth a secret held down cold.
You ask yourself the reasons why.
The answers fail to meet the mark,
For truth and reason don’t make right.
What is truth if based on lies,
And lies are truth from the other side.
You ask yourself for what to be,
The answers for sure shall not succeed.
You need to be what people expect,
Your world a lie to gain respect.
But be yourself, a hard aspect,
Mould and Shaped society makes,
A person yet they dream for more.
To cry aloud for what you are,
For what you are you surely know.
No one can touch you, judge you
Undermine, exploit or steal you.
You are yourself through thick and thin,
You are yourself without, within.
Round and about you are as one,
A question answered from deep in soul.
Be what you like, your dreams, your moral,
Just fly and soar don’t ever fall!