but i actually feel free
i finally feel like i can breathe
and now i exhale..
no longer trapped in the
mental jail of my mind
i've taken back what was mine
my sanity. hey, how've you been old friend?
was so tired of being
center-stage. on lips laced with lime
sour..
counting down the hours
to my space, my hiding place
from the anarchy.
from the dramedy
someplace safe.
i can't lie at first it hit me!
like a flash of lightening..
frightening!!!..what will they say?
then i realized i stopped caring
a long time ago and that is sad..
i was ready to push out the womb
ready for deliverance
i wasn't sure how i'd feel
i mean, i don't feel like a failure
i don't feel insecure
i feel, oh what's the word
misunderstood.
but i know there is a reason
i know this is the season
for change. so i open up myself
to it.