Crawling up from the abyss of it
All those years hiding, a walking shadow
Amongst the crowds of masks
to finally walk in the light removing
my own mask for the world to see being
different isn't bad if only you have the strength to remove the mask
Seeing the beauty of us all, the light and  dark of ones inner self
The one under the mask

Locked away
a prisoner to
herself
Daily wars with
the knife
Locked away
in her tower
looking out for light
but finding the darkness
at the bottom of the bottle
Locked away
a prisoner to
herself
now free
an Angel
amongst light

I don't feel like a poet, No sir I don't
I can write words upon a page
But does that make me a poet?
I have passion for the art
Am I a poet yet?
My pen meets paper with scribbles of thoughts
Am I a poet yet?
I share tales of the heart
Am I a poet yet?
Today I feel not of a poet
But of a girl who shares of madness