The words flow like blood
The pen being the heart
The paper the skin
Once there was a girl
Who knew the words of all
But once they just disappeared...

Makenzie do you still write poetry?
Yeah!

No... I haven't in a while...

Makenzie do you have any ideas?
Yeah!

No, I haven't for a while....

Hey Mak want to read this poem? Maybe write one with me?"
Sure!

No, I haven't wanted to write for a while....

Why are you crying?
It's nothing

No, I wanted to cry for a while...

Why are you always so angry?
Because I can be.

I don't want to let you see the broken me...
No, I am not always angry only for a while...

What happened to the sweet Mak?
She got killed a while ago.

No, She just went and hid for a while....

Are you done being a b$$$h?
I suppose.

No, how else do I show how I feel?

All these words wander around my head.
No way to get free.
FREE From the prison I trapped them in!
NO WAY TO LEAVE!
But the world is a mean place
I just happened to adapt rather easily
I bent into the perfect American!
But wait one tiny flaw.
I turned out to be a Witch!
No seriously I love earth!
Wiccans are not demons!

What do you have to say?
Quit being mean to your siblings.
Why are you being nice all of a sudden?*
WHEN DID IT BECOME A CURSE?
A curse that no matter what you do,
Your family finds a flaw

My fatal flaw was being born...
OR at least they make it seem that way!
So I will give my words the Freedom they deserve.

I will write poetry yet again.
I have made my choice and now I am thinking ahead.