Happy 18th Birthday To Me.....

18 years of pain, 18 years of struggles.
18  years of laughter and vivid enjoyment.
Finally considered to be an adult,
Though I feel as if I'm still a child.
18 years of hiding,
But still the hiding continues.
Afraid it will never end,
When can I be myself again?
I feel like a schizophrenic,
Double life, one real me.
I'm starting to lose who I was,
This never-ending production where I play multiple people.
Which character is the real me?
Does anyone remember who he is?
He's not the same one my mother once new,
He's dead, yet alive, but a puppet pulled by my strings.
Made to play the part he once had,
As I wait to let the curtains fall on him.
Then I will emerge as the true me.
18 years of waiting for the curtains to rise on the real me,
It is not the time just yet.
18 years now,
Happy 18th Birthday to the real me!

Whoever you may be…