I have lived a mere twenty-four years.

In this time i have lied, cried, and loved.

I have forgiven, forgotten, and forsaken.

I have cage myself, my lovers, and my family.

I have unlocked the doors to no avail.

Lies i know hurt they cut they kill the soul.

So why i ask do i do this to myself?

Why do i lie to myself, my soul. my heart?

Why do i do this and yet not to others.

Crying now that is something i know.

I have cried, I have felt the flood too many times.

I have felt it rush over me all too quickly.

I have seen the drought it was meant to quench.

Forsaken, now forsaken is the question.

Is it i who has forsaken you or have you me?

I feel i have been forsaken, i feel let down.

Cages, this brings me to the cages.

Love is a cage, mystery one as well.

I have given the keys to all i love my family too.

Why is it that i could not, no choose not to unlock mine?

The bars are cold and uninviting.

One turn and i am tasting the sweetness of freedom.

I have done much in my mere twenty-four years.

Yet, i fear it has been all too little.

I have walked this path blind until now.

Now i walk with a head held high.

No more lies, maybe i'll cry, and i'll love.

But Forgiveness will not be handed out easily.

Pain will be there it shall never be forgotten.