I don’t wanna be free,
I clearly don’t wanna escape insanity,
Grasping for a natural hold away from this hell
The comfort has left me behind
the tears won’t stop running from me,
and the waves in my brain mimic the rhythm of disappointment breaking the bliss
I don’t know whats real or what’s not
what’s living inside my head and my heart?
pollution got to my being
my soul doesn’t want to admit it’s illness
I hide in response to the stares
Judging every petal I pull away from my soul only to add to the misery
I feel naked, yet completely in disguise
I try to peal each level off me only failing by discovering new ones.
I am a flower
I am blossoming
what does that mean?
I am growing, experiencing the life within myself,
brightening up the light once dimmed by society
I feed myself with endless possibilities of love and adventure
Adventures to the impossible opening doors to the possible
My mind is awake as I experiment with myself
feeling every inch of sensation from growing and learning
But I knew, this seems too familiar
The truth is far from me but I’m getting closer
and I remember it
I pick up what’s left and join my tears, away from this hell.