Come and Find Me In My Solitude

Come, come and find me in my solitude You shall see the hidden facet of this girl so prude You shall see the real me The wild side which I keep repressed for the sake of societal civility Pray, the real me is sensual Yes, the real me relishes the physical, the carnal The real me thrives there where there is feminine freedom Freedom, exquisite and intense without ever fearing of being fallen! The real me is broken Yes, the real me is lost in a mirage A mirage which would never be put into usage A mirage which caused my heart to be sunken The real me, then, is empty Devoid of emotions for the lot of humanity Even if I do keep writing of philanthropic poetry Why, the real me is void, too busy swirling in emotional misery The real me is a half human girl with magical powers The real me can fly, can turn into mythical creatures The real me can even bid life to go as she does will The real me is good in mystery and skilled as well! The real me is so orthodox, To the extent of celebrating purity To the extent of denigrating the loss of morality The real me hates that which causes one to be sinful! The real me relishes the mystery of life The real me thirsts for death For the real me is bent on faith Faith which promises of other realms, of that God, bold and handsome! The real me yearns for more of mystical love Yes, for love which can transgress Earth and the celestials The real me is and shall remain a mystery for humankind For eons and eons to come! The real me, then, is a solo Queen Soft, sensitive, gentle and at times, so mean The real me can hurt and kill for that which I believe in The real me, though, abides by Truth! Why, the real me is who I am in my solitude The real me is deep and wild, so different from the side so prude That I do show to the world Yes, the real me is always in ecstasy with my own being! The real me is complex and complicated The real me is two faced, two sided The real me is hard to be demystified The real me, though, is, for the sake of being!