An Inconvenient Truth

Since I was a child  
I've been told  
That I could be whatever  
I wanted to be  

"If you can believe it  
You can achieve it."  

But what do you do  
When you want anything  
But to be you?  

What happens then?  
What are your options  
When that dawning realization  
Sinks in  

As you figure out that  
Elusive Question  
That haunts philosophers  
And you realize  
You didn't want to know  
The answer.  

What do you do then?  
What can you do  
Except try to convince yourself  
That you're wrong?  

That the truth you've discovered,  
The truth that you dare not  
Tell anyone, 
The truth you suppress  
Until you crack,  

The truth that makes you  
Shut off the lights and  
Weep into your pillow and  
Pray to the Blessed Virgin that  
Nobody can hear you  
Lest they ask questions  
And force you to tell  

An inconvenient truth  

What do you do then?  

When you find the answer  
To the big question:  

Who am I?  

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