It is necessary to hide,
find a way to escape.
I want to be me,
To show the people the real person inside.

I get loud,
Try to attract attention.
I get a small rush,
Taken as high as a cloud.

Never, did I think,
That Id become like Jekyll.
My potion is acceptance,
My weapon is my ink.

I take my power,
And use it well.
My potion is fear,
Behind paper, I cower.

To escape this mode,
I need very little.
Just a touch of love,
Such as you have showed.

Fills my heart,
Calms my mind.
I do not shout,
Do not fall apart.

But using this,
Might get me attached.
Yearn for your hand,
Or even a kiss.

So, need not I,
Fall in love again.
I will be myself,
Throw out this lie.

Then again, is it bad,
To use love for personal benefit.
If I am happy,
No longer sad.

Lost, over indecision,
To try and find.
Truth is here,
But out of my vision.

Or is the answer,
Right in front of me.
Am I to be a jester,
An artist, or a dancer.

Finding God,
Was just the beginning.
But now to find my path,
In a world, so odd.