My vision starts to blur;
my words start to slur.

The world around me starts to go at a snails' pace,
and I forget where I am,
this country, city, or place.

The words you're saying make no sense to me.
Strange feelings flood me, such as happy, anxious, and very angry.

I'm not sure what's going on,
all I can tell is that I want my mom.

I'm yelling,
                 screaming,
                          shouting
her name.

Suddenly she's next to me,
and I know that's where she will remain.

I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.

I don't need money
and
I don't need fame.

I don't need beauty.
They all lead to pain.

All I need is you,
your heart and your love,

And already,

that's more than enough.

The fact that you said I
couldn't do it
was the one thing that
served as fuel.

And now,
watch me from below, down there,
as I spread my
free wings
and soar through the air.