The true you - Poem

What do you do when you're left broken, beaten and betrayed?
Neutered and spayed? Or falsely portrayed
As the one with the problems and negative qualities
By those around you who amass to the quantity
Of the people who you want to see your vision and mind
But are the worst examples of human kind
They take and take until bones are left bleached white
And we all know no single person could fight them all with just sheer might.

The pain so crippling, in the corner you cry
Living a lie, saying that it will get better before you die?
Not on it's own and you want to fight back I can tell
To just stand on your throne and tell them they can all go to hell
But not as you are. Not as the saint
Those words from your mouth? The weak-hearted would faint
So why not get an accomplice that truly understands
Closest one to your heart who would say what he demands

But for vengance sake give that side of you a name
Grant him some fame, make him the catalyst for rage
The words he says you would never say but you think to say
His tongue spews acid and flames in every way
No good could come of it but what else will you do?
Let him take over, nobody would ever know... they wouldnt have a clue
That he existed as part of you all this time.
And now that he speaks his very words are a crime.
So yes they might attack him too but at least they know where he stands.
Not shriveled in a corner, playing with his hands.

In the end of it all that person is still you
And more true, the remaining face, existence of which they had no clue.
If you think I'm saying to go and create yourself a split personality
Then no. Wake up, get up and face your reality.
Be who you are. Spare no thought. Say it all.
Scream it or shout it that's your call
Be the you that you are.
Because any you that you are could be a brand new star.
Say what you think and speak from the heart.
Every day could be a brand new start.