I am the best friend, I am my own worst enemy
I am the politician and the preacher
The verbal deceit, the unspoken truth
Still the student but yet a teacher
I am the unknown superstar
The father and prodigal son
The saintly demon who is happiest crying
The winner of the race I have never run
Somewhere under my masks I exist
A person never seen and rarely missed
And identity more forgotten than used
A life more exploited than abused
Do you know me? Do you think you can?
I see you looking close – can you see the man?
Under the turmoil there is a peace
A happy depression, a caged release
A life full of harmony, yet not quite a song
Impatient for love, yet waiting too long
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