I crave it, that feeling of fulfillment,
I crave what my mind has not truly known,
The freedom it had only glimpses of,
in between half-finished verses and smudged sketches,
Through the letters spotted by tears and laughter that sometimes ripples through,
I've had enough of defense mechanisms and inferiority complexes,
I'm done with shallow conversations and half-deaf relationships,
Dumbing down for a larger audience is not worth my confidence,
I ask only for a truly open heart and a world that will yet again not listen.