I wrote my dreams down in permanent ink, but the fire inside these eyes burned the paper when I blinked.
I lean over the bathroom sink, aligning my thoughts and all that I seek.
And sometimes it makes me weak
to think that I struggle to keep my head above water,
like I'm starting to sink.
But this is me.
This is bigger than we.
This is the trigger that I pull when it's my time to leave.
I promised to stay,
so I'm just leaving my pain.
I'm dancing in the rain.
I'm transitioning lanes.
I decided to take the road less traveled.
The one that offers good fortune,
where I will watch all my dreams
become unraveled.
You look at me baffled,
like I'm not supposed to push
through the hurt.
You're so used to falling down
and playing in the dirt.
My conscience is much cleaner,
my demeanor is getting much meaner.
I am ******* but I am peaceful,
I am soft spoken,
but these words are lethal.
I am the diesel that sets fire to the flame
to make you say "we are all equal".
But people often jump on the train
that's named "everything here is the same",
and society is the one to blame.
I will spark change
and it will stay.
There will be a sequel to my name
and i will never be ashamed.
It's crazy that when I closed my eyes
as I felt this ink burn,
I remembered everything that I've decided to learn.
I didn't need that paper
with my dreams written on it,
I needed me.
and you need you.
We need we.
We are the black sheep
but you just refuse to see,
that when it all breaks,
being yourself is lovely.
You can still see clear,
even when that water is muddy.

Just trust me.

- L.G.