~Be You, Don't Change For No One~**

Smoking butterflies

Lilted with jade poison

Swirling into my jeweled lungs

I smile; high on madness

..

No one can defeat me now

The drug monster

Pulsing thru my veins

I feel I can rule this land

..

Though in reality

There is no such thing

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Metaphors spill from my lips . . .

. . . my blood

..

Eyelids fluttering

Like the wings of a dove

Everything is blurry

White walls; nothing

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I scream

Confused

Shattered

Lost

..

In pain; lungs bursting

Mind racing

Heart beat beating---

..

I'm slowly dying

My paper body

Inflamed

Essence of butterflies

..

Floating around me

The ones I smoked

The ones I inhaled

They are killing me; whispered I

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Though I am nothing but a page

Filled with Inkblots

Smudged . . .

My pen comes to save me; yet again

..

It rewrites me

Stitching new stories

Over my old scars

Creating a new me

..

Ink kisses my lips

Her chemicals seeping into my papery skin

Bleeding into me

I'm becoming a scroll

..

Decorated with so many rules

..

As I sigh

My pen stabs into me

Becoming me

I then scream ashes; everything fades black

..

Awakening . . .

I've become a notebook

Staring up at myself

I watch my own face

..

Intense

Dreamy

Thoughtful

. . . Disturbed

..

Pen in my hand

I open myself

Taking the pen

The one, which stabbed me

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Ink bleeds

Onto my pages

I feel my pain,

My obsessions, my happiness . . .

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I watch as the spirit of writing

Leaves my body

Folding itself between my pages

Like a bookmark

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The pen falls from my hand

Landing on me

I watch mystified

As the pen whispers

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"No one can defeat you now

This is your land,

Your rules, your soul

Welcome to the notebook life'

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"You wanted something better

So I remade you"

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-B-but this is not what I want-

I plead; trying to cry

But notebooks don't cry

Only the ink can cry for me; the ink from my pen

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The pen chuckled

"Then my friend . . .

Be careful what you wish for

You didn't want to be human"

..

"So I made you

Into something better

You are useful now

You are popular"

..

I tried to scream

But I saw myself get up, snatching the smiling pen

I closed myself

Only to be open again when needed . . .