Lion-Heart

Behold, Greyson, the Lion-hearted!!!

A courageous man! Good-looking and highly regarded!  With dashing smile and charm for miles my capabilities simply can't be charted.  I'm the guy you want to bring home to your father, the one you don't want to let get away, I'm the one that scares the opposition, a wild card when it's most needed.  I'm the surge of epinephrine you got when you and your lover first greeted. My words dissolve like honey, reviving any soul whose feels defeated.  I can do more than your mind dares to conceive.    I'm willing to face any brand of distasteful death if I can only hold fast to what I believe.  I don't mind a departure from earth as odd as at the hands of Sweeney Todd, and I'd revel in passing away like one of the prophets, even Stephen.  He was stoned to death as a martyr.

Unfortunately, I'd rather be stoned to death than to cauterize the gash from which flows my bleeding soul.  A doughnut of a man with a sweet exterior, yet glazed eyes don't hide the fact that I'm not whole. 

And now, behold Greyson with a lying heart.

A man who from his previously stated ideology would quickly depart.  Any meaningful lifestyle I'd rather talk about than start.  I'm the guy who can't get past hate for his father, the one who let his true love get away.  I am terrified of opposition, a plastic wild card as a backbone that melts when things get heated.  I'm the destitute look in your eyes when you discover your lover cheated.  I'm the sweet dream that starts but never gets completed.  I'm absolutely terrified of what I won't achieve.  I'll die a thousand times if only I can continue to deceive.  And when I depart from earth it's quite odd, because even though I get higher it seems like I can never find my...my...

Light.

I finally realized that I've been spending my life hating myself for not fitting in.
I'm a teenage girl vomiting her insides cuz she feels she doesn't fit in her skin.
I'm innocent eyes watching pornography and having sex too young to fit the stereotype of "men."
I'm the alcoholic whose world is out of control so he drinks to match his head with its spin.
I'm the wealthy aristocrat whose income is fat but satisfaction in life is thin.
I'm the gamer whose entire self-worth is wrapped up in being top assassin.
I'm the abused wife who tries to fill the role of heroine.
I'm your ex-lover who you're addicted to like heroin.
I'm the man who has whittled his soul down to the smallest stroke of a pen
And now I'm the man who will no longer let the borders of this page act as a pen.
I'll stand up and tell my story to receive redemption for my sins.
I found that when I'm with true believers, I feel they accept me as kin.
So I put a round in the chamber, and put to death my evil twin.
And now I'll go on smiling, grinning this goofy grin.

Cuz this is who I am.