The landscape that surrounds me is changing
Folding and unfolding into a strange, new locale
My present drags heavy
As I await it's final alterations
Parts of me demand the familiar
As others desire undisclosed possibilities
My current living has grown tired
I scavenge for a feat worth declaring
I grow into my new surroundings
Until it fuses with my movements
With my thoughts
I grow until I am fully fulfilled

I want my voice to carry through the skylines of the earth
I want my voice to be fearless
To say words most are afraid to say
I want my voice to be digested by the masses
And admired by many
My voice will ring in their ears
Until long after I have passed
I want my voice to be strong
To be assured
I don't want my voice to be lost
Or regarded futile
I want to speak without doubt
I want my voice to be heard

The stars intervened and gave us a hero
An alien from Mars
A rebel of the norm
He introduced modern love
He taught us to dance
He was the man that changed the world
He was an oddity to our planet
Ashes to ashes
The man fell from Earth
Leaving behind golden years to remember

I push people away before I can object
I ask to be alone so I can decompose on my own
I allow loneliness to eat away at me
Deliberately
I drown in isolation
Why
Since company is a necessity to me?
I do not know
I let the routine continue
Until the mosaic it creates is finished
I interrupt on occasion
To let people in and enjoy amity

I cry because of hate
Because of all the bigotry that causes ******
I cry because this world is tearing itself to part
Because children suffer through our mistakes
I cry because of beauty  
Because glimmers of humanity still show among revulsion
I cry because hilarity can still be found in the bleakest of moments
Because children still find zeal and the joy of living
I cry because life is ugly but still worth living

Sometimes I can't sleep
Sometimes I feel lonely
Sometimes my anxiety causes panic attacks
Sometimes my anxiety forces me to fail
Sometimes my paranoia scratches at my brain until it bleeds
Sometimes my heart beats faster than lightening
Sometimes depression plows through my body
Sometimes my thoughts are too morose to share
But I keep finding reasons to breathe

My art is me
Every word, every letter
Every idea that goes on to paper
Comes from the blood that courses through my veins
Etched from my bone marrow
The words you read are lifted from skin
And exposed for all to absorb
Every word you read
You are reading me
As if I am under your microscope
You will learn more of me from my art
Than in a conversation between us
My art is me