my blankets of comfort,
me of home and of world
made sense once before,
now all come unfurled

at home, I was me,
proud, strong and hiding
awaiting being found,
scared, time was biding

in the world untrue,
they don't all need to know
how much can I keep in,
at identity's plateau?

all fades away one day,
who am I, in truth?
wrapped up in this parcel,
the bane of tender youth