There seems to be this feeling inside of me,
The likes of which I never thought I'd see.
It seems to have come around,
Full circle to lay upon the ground.

To show all who will see my might,
and prove to the others that I am right,
To try and help them see and know,
that I am only trying to grow,
To see myself from the inside out,
And wonder what my life's about.

Understanding who I am,
Trying to live out this span,
Knowing that my heart must grow.

Not wanting it to be so,
Being fearful every day,
Wondering if life will pay,
When I have a choice you see,
Straining in my soul to be me,
Not knowing or understanding things,
Life is a series of rings.

Round and round and round they go,
A never ending constant flow,
Bringing things back to myself,
Things I want up on a shelf,
Locked away behind a door,
To be seen nevermore.

Sometimes I can truly hide,
What is going on inside,
Never knowing what will be,
Yet knowing the truth will set me free!

All I want is to understand,
Still I feel like a rubber band,
Streaching, pulling, always taunt,
The strain of this has made me gaunt.

I hope one day to know myself,
And take these things from off the shelf,
To throw them in a trash nearby.

Never even asking why,
Knowing what I do is right,
Showing all the world my might.