It’s not that I died
I’m only hiding.
I’m afraid of success;
It breaks the lies I believe.
Self-doubt protests:
“Who are you trying to become?“
“Who says you can overcome?”
I know by now for sure that
Freedom rests past doubt
Should one endure.
How long; how long
Must I wait?
A break; a break
It’s 3 AM and yet I wake.
Thinking of success
And how strange it must be
To not be rejected;
Someone like me.
Peace & Poetry 
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