There is another me
That I am frightened to be
Cloaked beneath my masculinity
Stands my nakedness, which is strength
But I am not strong enough to be naked
That I am not strong enough to be
My weakness is still telling me to be 'strong' There is another me
That I am too greedy to be
Chasing the cheque, the compliment,enlightenment
All the same
Yet when I am still and just give
I receive so much more than I could ever need
That I am not yet calm enough to be
Rushing toward this, for that
I miss all the beauty There is another me
That I am not yet ready to be
So for now this pretend one will have to do