The truth

And there I stood ...

On the podium,

Front and center of the stage,

Just as the platform was raised, so was everyone's head

In front of me a pool of eyes

Staring intently

And they asked ...

"Who's this man?"

"WHO ARE YOU?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

...

And I know I could've said my name...

My father's name,

I could've said all the nice things my friends say I am;

The funny, silly guy who jokes a lot,

The intellect whose truth will leave you dumbfounded,

The gentle soul who mirrors home...

But instead I said the truth,

I'm a mess

Inside me I carry confusion, helplessness and a void of darkness

I cry more than I laugh

I spend most of my days inside my head trying to fix the broken

The parts of me that were shunned

Rendered not good enough

I carry a demon

A voice inside my head that gains momentum every time someone says to me

"You're SUPPOSED TO..."

My existence is rendered inadequate

...

I'll tell you exactly who I am tho...

I am the truth

The flaws that show as scars on my skin, the slight stutter in my speech

I am real

The fears I reveal are those that tear me from within

I am Midas

Everything I touch is blessed by my soul

I am immense

Always have and always will be a lot to handle

I'm not meant to be tamed

Behave or put on a demeanor that ever implies you can fuck with me

I am human

Spirit inside flesh

I am wise as much as I am carnal

I will be raw because I know God

A lover of sex and a lover of Christ

I am who the fuck I am - LOVE AND LIGHT.