Who I Am

I don’t want to be who I am, yet I want to embrace it with open arms and run, shouting it in the streets. I don’t want to face the reality, but I want everyone to know. I don’t understand why I feel the way I do. I don’t know why I shouldn’t accept it. Why is it wrong? Why do people care? Who gives a rip? When I look in your eyes my heart skips a beat. When I hear your voice my worries slip away. When I am in your arms I feel safe. Please tell me, how is that wrong?