Finally free

It's easier to bleed on paper, people don't abandon you as quickly 

You feel like you're not alone, words become lifelines that other people

can actually see, sos doesn't sound so much like a cry help when it's colored with a metaphor

no one ever questions your pain when on a stage, no ever wonders if your crazy 

when on the stage, on the page you're allowed to be human, able to live in whatever messed up

realities you rest your head, the hurt, the terror, the abuse, the pain, the beauty is finally

allowed to exist, because most days we have to hide our humanity, people don't know how or don't

want to deal with the truth that is enveloped in being raw, letting your heart speak freely

without your mind pulling the plug on vulnerability is hard to do,

in this day and age hurt is so easy to catch, we'll strave oursleves of anything real jsut to stay alive

the emotionless say they're doing it for the protection of themsleves yet they crave that truth, crave that passion,

crave the rawnesss, it's hard to be you when that such thing caused so much pain, we hold

what people do to us as internal punches, essentially lcoking vulnerability in a cage, 

making poetry the next best thing we got, vulnerability isn't questioned when colored

with a metaphor, humanity is finally free on the stage