FIGHT the urge to judge; she is finding her own canvas

Jesus

can we find her? the beautiful one

she's nowhere to be found

she's the little one who's gotten lost inside her own mind

I want a friend that sees the freedom that I do

I'm no schizo but a pro

I'm revisiting an old site, filled with land mines

They are silent when they sting

but triumphant as a fearless foe

I've begun to reintroduce to myself the

revelations of old, the Renaissance of reinvention

Renovated the dollar bill

into a sacred mold.

A cipher I've decided,

She is a silent pro

digy diligent, masking her authority

Mindscapes and heroine capes

Flying through a ferocious escape

makes no mistakes

breaks former fakes

Because I'm not lying about my mental escapades.

Just hidden too far down

but eventually find my laugh, spirit-filled.

I'm silenced by a new inventory of style guides

Innately raw but outwardly delicate

I'm in sheer ecstasy and the bubble never pops

Soon enough.

I've witnessed a barrage of westerners

Winging their way into a self-glorified state

of accomplishment,

But they haven't yet dealt with the histories

which their empire is built upon

the bloodstain cries of massacres

And exploitation.

I'm a raw mind now, but these are ideas

you've never thought of

yet

Until they become PROFITABLE to you.

(I'm speaking now) To the host.

Don't it always happen this way.

Fine, I'm angry enough to change

I'm settled enough to jump off

I'm free enough to cry

Finally, I'm being myself again.

I'm not that different from you

but you are different from me

I'm not who you think I am

but you are who you think you are What makes

us different from anyone else on the planet?

That one ill girl, she had rashes on her mind

But you still feel she is less than you

You fools

There are no original ideas

Only a perverted sense of ego, because only ONE

Deserves all the glory.

Period.

I try to pretend to be something near someone I think I should be

but I'm not

It's quite sad and lacks tact to be truthful

Why does it lack?

Society breeds discontent

so I breathe adversity brain

decided to Think however I want in public

Like that one girl

I get inspiration from, a schizophrenic identity scout

Brain washed, you say

Believe me I'm not joking around anymore I'm not deaf

but you can't hear me anymore anyway.