Breaking Free

I stay,

Hidden;

Behind closed doors.

I lay,

Frightened;

On the cold floor.

And I stare,

Blinded;

What am I searching for?

But you glare,

Angered;

Right into my core.

Let the darkness take me away,

Let it engulf me;

Let me decay.

Let it dro~wn

O~ut

The sound.

Let it numb;

Some…

Where is that gun?

Let it burn,

Let it sting;

It’s now my turn,

To have wings.

And I’ll be free,

Of everything;

I’ll be free,

From all of you.

~cMh

Trapped in a web of pretense…I break free