I am perfectly capable of living the lie
And more or less content
But sometimes, every once in a while
I am slapped in the face
With the brutal reality
That this is not the life I wanted to live
I am not unhappy most days
But the dreamer lives within
And she never stays dormant for long
She slips to the surface
When I am not keeping watch
She is passion embodied. She is alive
She is my truest self
And in direct conflict with
This life I am called to lead
Will there ever be any peace?
Will there ever be any resolution?
Why can't she just leave or acclimate?
I want to be myself completely
But that would cost too much
Of everyone around me
And so the battle rages on
To try and keep her at bay
Will I ever win this fight?