Wrote this along time ago, well months ago. It was three seperate pieces, I just joined 'em together and tweaked things a bit. So, here it is, fits me for the moment, one of those wonderful moods (yes, that's sarcasm).

Written October 28 & November 1, 2005

Hiding in the familiar,
Cloaked in what I know.
It's not freedom,
I'm not any more liberated than before.

I'm hiding myself in what I think to be safe,
Crippling myself by remaining stagnant.
Too scared to branch out and open up; let go.

All I care about is acting out this agression,
Claw at these walls I've built,
Break the windows that allow all to see into me
And pierce myself with the shards.

I desire to bleed myself free,
Expose this power deep within; flowing under this skin.
My heart feels too much I want to kill it; it's killing me.