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Maybe I'll actually feel something for once. 
Besides my own misery. 

Care what others think or let my heart come to the brink
Of letting another in. 
Calling them all in - realizing the walls are thin. 
My thoughts
Are not my own. 

Sensations real deep feed me
Nightmares when I sleep
Of being seen
In my true home. 

Long past gone
Who I should have been all along
Yet I let the outside break me. 

Take me away from myself
Tell me what I need, what I like and what I'll do. 

But when I stepped on that proverbial crack.
I felt the ripples of the Patriarch's back
Beginning to break. 

Tumbles and shakes
Running for my life
From earthquakes
What's inside me
Can no longer take
These substandard rules. 

Given the wrong tools 
Yet expected to succeed.
Ridding my shames and false past deeds.
I just want to be free. 

And as the world around me cracks
All things sent
To make me react. 
I know
I'm myself when I'm home. 

Free to be me. 
Not possessed by what's on TV.
I'm here to be me. 

Tell the world 
And all the young boys and girls - baby, 
You're so much more than you think!

Uplifting lost hearts
So many places I could start. 
Reflections of who I could be. 

~I.S.~