Murphy’s Love

The more I become myself, the less I feel the need to be someone else. 

The less I become someone else, the more I feel the need to be myself. 

Who I was born, I cannot remember entirely. Who they raised me to be, I have never stopped running from.

Who I became from the mental damage and pain, is someone I still battle and I am afraid of. 

The more I become myself, the less I feel the need to be someone else. 

The less I become someone else, the more I feel the need to be myself. 

Lost love translates to love lost, the cost… the cost… the cost, almost an entire life.

Found love translates to love found, the debt… the debt… the debt, all the time leading until then spent in regret!

The less I become someone else, the more I feel the need to be myself. 

The more I become myself, the less I feel the need to be someone else. 

I’m not in love with who I am, slowly as I grow more and more, I gradually start to fall for him. 

I no longer hate who I am nor who I was, I’m disappointed I had to search for 30 years to learn about love.

The less I become someone else, the more I feel the need to be myself. 

The more I become myself, the less I feel the need to be someone else. 

Love that could’ve been shown since day one!