Shiver past my page
While I collect my thoughts
Shimmer in the moonlight
While I retrieve my box
Of empty threats
And unpaid debts
I owe myself.

My emptiness paints a dark line
Down the broken field of my mind
My shadow dreams
Run through quiet streams
That whisper.

There isn't enough music
To describe how I walk
There isn't enough paper
There isn't enough chalk.
You couldn't begin to comprehend
Who I am,
You don't know me.
Don't defend
Your wild thoughts
On how I should be,
You don't know me.

Angry burning lines
And ugly spoken twines
Defines
How I feel.
Broken, shattered windows
That used to speak of warm glows
Fill me up inside
Where I can't hide
From the darkness.

You thought you had me cornered!
You thought there was no escape
You thought me a quiet thing
Full of fear, full of quake...
A lake
Of emptiness.
But oh no,
I'm wild and bold
My eyes are old
And what you SEE
Isn't what you've GOT
I'm NOT
What you think me to be

I am

                free.