New Leaf

Catching butterflies
in a cage.
Watch them flutter
watch me dance.
They have wings
but I can't fly.
I can fall,
but never fly.
In this field
there's you,
me,
and the butterflies.
I twirl in the wind

Big bold letters
screaming my story in all caps.
Not a story.
Mine.
I was here.
Even when I didn't want to be,
I was here.
I've hidden behind metaphors and similies.
Played dress up with words.

Can I still speak,
and call my voice my own?

Do I have to be afraid
of what my words will do?

Will you stay,
if I show you my mind?

When can I be honest,
if all you do is call me a liar?

My shoes aren't well lived in,
I've spent too much time in everyone else's.
Sometimes it's easier to write my feelings away.

Things got big too quickly.
It went from playground games,
to nasty names and ice cold betrayal.

Need I repeat myself?
I think you heard me the first time.
No.
No, I do not want to be torn down by your 'words of wisdom'.
I don't want your advice.
I'm fine just being who I am.
Fitting in sounds overrated.

Can you see me?
Am i insvisible?
Maybe it's crazy to wonder,
but can you see me?i'm trying so hard to keep my head above water,
keep swimming in place
but i feel like i'm sinking
way too fast
can anybody see me?