Free to Roam

The lips of my brain

Were born to be insane

Driven to rust

Life was clearly my lust 

My worth defined by dirty words that often weren't even heard

A soulful sorrow of judgement

I literally seal myself in enchantment

Anhour later broken down to my core

I knowingly refused to abhor

To absorb the emphatic lies 

Despite the fact that they weren't my size

Wanting to fit the shape 

Muted by designer tape

Longing to catch a snatch

Of a Secret Love Stash

Proving my Flaws to be a-muck

Let them all land, clunk

Out of my curly brown hair

Not caring what I wear

I can be my own pilot episode

If I walk from that road

That is where I will find home

Free to Roam