I am satisfied with little,
wanting that
only of some freedom.

Freedom to be who I am,
without the pressures
often recieved
from outside influences.

That of understanding,
just maybe an inkling,
from those near
whom persecuted by,
I sometimes feel.

One problem though
I've yet to conquer,
a constant burden
long ago cursed unto me.

That being of compromise,
and my lack of it.

I fight it fiercely,
getting things my way,
though sometimes, to it,
I must give in.

When this the case,
I can't help but feel
that it is my true self
which has become,
compromised.......