How could
shiny silver studs
forced through my skin
make me feel so good?
“The power of rebellion,”
I’ve read,
can overthrow a government,
but more importantly
can overthrow one’s mind.
Am I going crazy
over the need to rebel?
I have nothing to rebel against
but I feel like I’m
breaking boundaries
guarding nothing
but my own insecurity.
So maybe
shiny silver studs
forced through my skin
pierce my heart as well
letting free all the demons
I’m keeping locked
inside.