This Is Me Poem by Jacques Johan Swart

My walls are painted black
Words of blood written on a paperback
Revealing my destiny
Who I am meant to be

Yet I hide it from the world
Leaving my dreams furled
So no one can see
Who I'm going to be

Nothings set in stone
But I find myself in a prone
Hiding away
From the meaningless critics everyday

Who try to destroy
With harsh words they deploy
Aimed at my soul's seams
Cutting away to tear at my dreams

But I won't let them near
For once I do not fear
My soul will be set free
By words that hold meaning only to me