Born into contrast,
I learned to separate as days passed;
felt it out and created a mask,
now it’s this persona in which I bask.

I see too that you’ve found yours,
made as it were behind closed doors.

Too exist those forged in fire,
those are the ones I most admire;
constantly in peril but ne’er do they tire,
undoubtedly worthy of singing choir.

One might say we’re not as great,
slow as we are to rise against fate,
but I’m afraid I would disagree,
because I can’t find another you or me.