The man I know as…Me

I guess a lot of people saw a lot of things in me.
They had high expectations of a man I’d never be.
Some saw me as a hero, some saw me as a heel-
But none them could see beneath, to how I really feel.

They saw my fiery temper or I acted cold as ice.
I’ve been called a lot of things, but none of them were nice.
I acted like an island, I could make it on my own-
But none of them could see how bad it hurt to be alone.

The price of my survival was erecting a facade
The only one who ever saw the man inside, was me-
I’ve played the roll they set for me, and, Friend, I played it well-
Until that role, from who I am, I sometimes cannot tell.

I see the clock is winding down, my race is nearly run-
I think of places I have seen, and things which I have done…
I’m not the man I used to be, for time has took a toll…
It’s sapped my vigor, stole my youth; and left me tired and old.

Now, looking down my back trail, it might seem rather strange-
But I can’t think of anything, I’d really like to change.
For every foolish move I made… to more or less degree-
Have had a part of shaping, the man I know as…Me

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