A Life Lived in Conformity

Can you see me yet?  
I’ve spent years in the supposed silence of my life, wishing for you to find me. I’m forever running into new days, new tomorrows in spite of what ruthlessly trails me. Yet the darkness always finds me in the end, always cradles me again. It yearns for the caress of the sunlight and the warmth of the day, but this is what would finish it, what would rip it apart and blister it – One could almost hear it whisper ‘I am what you will become; I will envelope you and make you strong’. However I refuse to believe it’s to that which I belong.
 
When will you come for me, my half-scarred lover?  
I will stand stoic in your light though you shall scorch me, though your love will suffocate and torch me. For this is what we all strive for is it not, for a love that rages through our veins and conforms to everything that churches taught in half-mad tirades and malicious mind games?  
 
Have you found me yet?  
You’re the one to ‘save me’, the one to steal my independence and enslave me.