Wild creatures somehow knowwhere they must go, but we—we humans wanderthe paths of confusion.Trying to be so many thingsother than our true selves.

You make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.

When I was younger, not fitting in felt like a flaw. Now it feels like freedom.

Let's burn our masks at midnightand as flickering flames ascend,under the witness of star-clouds,let us vow to reclaim our true selves.Done with hiding and weary of lying,we'll reconcile without and within.Then, like naked squint-eyed newborns,we'll greet the glorious birth of dawn;blinking at the blazing, wondrous colorswe somehow failed to notice before.