I am free.
Free to smile,
At whatever makes me smile,
Free to dance,
Whenever I want to dance,
Free to sing,
Wherever I want to sing,
Free to run,
However far I want,
Free to love,
Whoever warms my heart,
Free to be,
The person I am for no reason,
Other than that it is who I am,
That it is who I will always be,
And that it is the one thing I don't need to explain:
Me

What if I never said I love you
Where would we be?
Would you be with someone different
Would you even love me
What if that day I did let you go
Would you have came back
Would you say you couldn't live without me
What if I left you
How would you react
Would you tell me to stay
What if we never met
How happy would you be
What if that break I took lasted more then three days
How long would you have waited
What if I never said I like you
Where would you be
Would you still be with him
Would you have ever admitted your feelings for me
What if I chose her over you
Where would I be
What if we never met
How happy with you be
What if I never said I love you

Open up your eyes
See through all the lies
You misinterpret the fables
As truths
Wake up
Your still sleeping
What your seeing is not true
The world your living in is not meant for you
It's a state of mind you call home
Lock in the cage of your thoughts
You have the key
Your so caught up in the fantasies
The lock morphed into a snake
It slithers in your ears
Whispers sins
Things you like to hear
Wake up
You abandoned your Conscience at the front door
It sits here with its head hung low
Waiting to be discovered again
Only to discover you like it here
What did you follow through the door
What did you find in the dark better then the light
Your unsure lifestyle escorted you here
Now you stuck like a deer head between headlights
Believing in the fairytales
Now you want a tale of your own
Wanting that happen ending
So you slumber here
Stuck in this world
Filled with wonder
I just want you to see through its deception
It's perception
I just want you to wake up

An experiment
A tortured soul
Murdered, put back together by a man with crazed fantasies
Body part stolen from the worst kind of poets
Ones with maniacal thoughts
Hands taken from a poet who murders his family in each line  
Heart taken from a poet who gave into the hate
He writes about broken relationships
Legs taken from a poet drowned in depression
He writes about failed Suicidal attempts  
Feet from a poet who walks hand in hand with the darkness
His midnight poems about the demons that haunt him
I was a tragic success
Each stitch sealed my fate
A combination of the worst kind of poets
A monster
Something you dreamed about
Something i see in the mirror
Normality is a star in the distance
I wish I could reach
You can't look past these scars
You get lost in between my lines
I've been painted as a monster
Given the name Frankenstein
A symbol of fear
But you fear the wrong one
I am not Frankenstein
No
He's the real monster that created me

She says she loves me
But the meaning is artificial
Like a prosthetic leg
To help her walk again
She clears her throat ready to talk again
But the I love you doesn't reach me
I'm to busy shooting harpoons at the moon
Trying to reel it in
With the recycled words she gave me
Fishing for her love
Only to have the bait stolen
By the hate I harbor within
It trickles to the surface
Leaving behind evaporated acid in the air
I wear her I love you
But it cracks easily like cheap leather
Turns brittle in the cold weather
Flacks off and disintegrates before touching the ground  
But I still love it when she says I love you