Free to think in my own prison

The me I am to the world is a faint and fleeting memory

when I turn off the lights, lie down and awaken

I hide alive inside a flame

that is the me that no one sees

one face
one look
one fire
one more me
breaks away when I sleep

I become a billion shards of light

I am who you look at stars in the night

There's one who calls me beautiful

there's one who does not

The one who has my heart
is not the one who has me