I found my place,
Among the broken individuals who,
Foretold me of a place much brighter than this.

I almost couldn't believe them,
Until I made contacted the infamous Mrs. Creativity,
She told I could make it if stayed a little longer.

Telling me to throw away the knife in the cabinet,
I obliged, my hands trembling as it slipped down the garbage.
I could tell my back got lighter as my wings began to spread.

Mr. Lake left me alone last night and I fell asleep in peace.
I couldn't wait to go and tell for showtime.