The Gift of Truth

I openly tell you my deepest secrets
Wanting only your understanding of them
I openly tell you my deepest feelings
Wanting only your recognition of them

You say I can’t expect people to accept it
When did I ask for acceptance?
You say I can’t expect people to approve of it
When did I ask for approval?

I refuse to continue hiding who I am
So that people like you will like me
I refuse to continue wearing a mask
So that people like you will think I am like you

I will not be ashamed of what I feel
Just because you are uncomfortable with it
I will not be ashamed of who I love
Just because you are unable to do it

I have asked for nothing from you
And it really doesn’t matter what you think
I have become comfortable in my own skin
And it really isn’t my fault if you aren’t

I am happy about the things you seemingly detest
But I can’t make you understand why
I am happy to have offered you the gift of truth
But I can’t make you appreciate its value

I am finally happy with my life now
Because at last I am living it for me
I am finally happy with myself now
Because at last I am honest with me