Wild Child
Crouched inside
A naughty grin
As eyes go wide
Hair untamed
Covered in leaves
Acorn in one hand
Ladybird in the other
The trees her father
The earth her mother

People with bad hearts
Get their tickers checked
People with good hearts
Get their thinkers checked
:)

From the
   very first
      moment
   we take our
very first
   breath
      in
   this
life
   we
      start
         to
            die

Death
   is a part of life
Death
   is inevitable
      but
run run run
   is all we do
      run run run
   all the way
      run
         run
            run
               away

Words are like lines,
You can mold them,
You can draw them,
Pictures are formed,
Colors bleed through,
They are mine alone,
No one else has the lines,
Inside my mind,
Only I can twist them,
To carve my pictures,
And so I paint them,
Everywhere I step.

Normality
   is a myth
      something
   they tell
you to
keep
   you
      in
         line

I have this continuous feeling
   that my existence
      needs to be validated...
That I need to justify
   being here at all
      I exist
   therefore I am
      I am
   therefore I exist
      But
   do I really
      Exist
         at all?