Everybody has an intention, whether it turns good or bad

Intention.
Something we want to happen,
Something that is desired.

Reality.
What actually happens,
that we have no control over...

or so you think.

All the decisions made,
All the actions performed,
Make us in the position we are in now.

Reality.
Something we have unknown control over,
but happens due to the intentions we've created.

My intentions may turn your desired reality.
My intentions are not bad.

What shall reality bring?

Already knowing what someone is going to say,
is worse than hearing it for the first time.

I face dissatisfaction,
I face disappointment,
I face shame.

My intentions are contrary to what some may predict.

I am strong,
I am able,
I am independent.

To be given trust is all I ask,
and I shall never ask anything in return.

Our minds, our bodies, our souls.
Belittled are we,
Smothered are we,
Crushed are we.

A hot fire melts through our backs,
as the glares burn holes in our minds.
It fuels the fire in our souls,
the rage in our hearts.

Heat rises creating painful burns,
scarring our canvas,
leaving permanent emptiness,
in the hopelessness and despair.

Rage never dissipates.
It grows as it's fed,
adding kindling to the anger,
that blazes inside our body.

It melts us,
It ruins us.
It defaces,

*our identity

Speak, child, Speak.
For I try to help,
with what I do not know.

Tell, brother, Tell.
What I can do,
to stop the pain you feel.

Scream, sister, Scream.
At me for all the things,
I have done you wrong.

Say, dear, Say.
Things to my identity,
So I can hear what is deserved.

Speak, child, Speak.
For I cannot help,
with what I do not know.

So many locked up in the cage,
the cage without a key.
Once they go in, the cage can't be opened again.
Secrets pile up,
overwhelming the steel bars of the cell.
Pushing on the wall to escape.
No matter how much they rip the insides,
No matter how much they vandalize the walls,
They stay put.
If they try to escape,
they are pushed back down further than before.
Further in the damp dark prision of my mind.
If security fails, and secrets escape,
it tears the town, destroys the village,
Much more than it ever tore the cell walls of my heart.
The secrets I hold, deserve nothing more than solitary confinement.
To wilt away in the cell, until everybody forgets,
except the prision itself.  
Secrets are a reality.

*a reality I wish to forget.

The shower's hot, steam rising up
I look in the mirror

And see the black crack of the door
growing silently, inch by inch

I'm home alone
It's probably being nudged by the wind

But I can't stop looking at it
I wipe the steam from the glass and peer through

It's creaking open so patiently-
I locked the doors when I got home, right?

I can't remember
The floors wince slightly outside the bathroom door

My heart and mind race
What can I use to defend myself? A bar of soap?

I start singing, children's songs, conjuring happy, simple beauty
I sing as loud as I can
I rip my eyes from the door

With my voice, I cast a web of brightness around myself to keep my demons at bay

I borrow money to pay rent,
I owe them something

I receive help to fix my truck,
I owe them something

Even if it isn't physical.
My obligation is at least to give
a simple Thank You.

But

My decisions are my decisions,
My thoughts are my thoughts,
My actions are my actions.

I do not owe explanations

I simply owe, the *sufficient truth.