Why the tension?

Why this tension,

Is this feeling particular too me,

The feeling that,

There is a part of me,

God damn,

There is something within me,

Something,

Quite big,

Whether it is good or bad,

I am unsure,

It’s rather scary though,

And I prefer to keep it inside,

For I feel and fear it’s destructive power,

But God damn,

I feel it,

Greatly at times,

When I listen to riveting music,

And am feeling myself,

Dancing in the mirror,

Like yeah,

You are beautiful,

No matter what,

And I,

Embrace my swag,

Feel it,

As a part of me,

Feeling as if,

This is me,

I’ll be one of those,

Cool musicians,

That seems to always be,

Unbothered,

Or having a bravado of sorts,

A conceitedness they exude,

Which is,

Surprisingly endearing,

And I wish,

To be,

Awesome,

And cool,

No matter what,

I am,

But that is only,

Displayed,

By being yourself,

Being undeniably yourself,

Nobody can take that away from you,

No one,

You should not give others,

This control over you,

Be you,

But sometimes,

This courage,

Of being oneself,

Has to be recovered,

From the depths,

From the cumbersome fear,

One has felt,

For far too long,

Hiding this part of you,

It’s still there though,

As deep as it may be,

Excavate it with all your might.

I love you.

I really do.

I love you so much.