Fuming with rage , ink splashing.
A world so loud, a tainted canvas.
In need of a friend, a forest.
To listen, when low and trickling.
To listen, when spilling and roaring.
A river in the midst of the jungle.
A fire through the night.

The same four walls, I see them everyday
There's a door to the outside
But if I leave I become the prey

Is it my fault the yelling begins?
Is it my fault I don't look that "great?"
I'd leave and swim but the sharks have fins

If I don't leave my room why do they see it as a phase?
If I don't have their name in my story why am I looked at with disdain?
I keep looking at the walls but start to feel insane

I want to leave, I want to run
I feel my mind tremble and I feel outdone
I just want to get lost because that's what's fun

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!