I am

This is a viewers discretion,

I am who I am because of my misdirection,

The path I have wandered was in the wrong direction,

Lost, Lonely, Afraid,

Now that right there,

Led me to this unstable direction,

Where is North,

When my mind has wandered,

When West meets East,

I have pondered,

When can I think of my lost sisters and brothers,

Where is the safe haven from myself,

When my mind has wandered,

It is enough to come to a halt,

But to halt is to draw attention,

When attention is not wanted,

But to halt might be my safe haven,

I can be sane,

I have to be sane,

I Pick myself up,

To not be insane,

I chant to myself that it will be okay,

I whisper that to myself every night and day,

This is a viewers discretion,

I am who I am because of how I was misled,

The path I have wandered was not in the wrong direction,

Distraught, Confused, and yes, Afraid,

Now that right there,

Led me through the wrong direction,

Where is West,

When my mind was misguided,

When North meets South,

I have pondered,

When can I grieve for my lost sisters and brothers,

Where is the safe haven from those monsters,

When my mind was misguided.

It is enough to come to a standstill,

But to stand still is to draw attention,

When attention was forbidden,

But to stand still might be my safe haven,

I am not insane,

They aren't sane,

I pick myself up,

and run far,

far away,

I promise to myself that it will be alright,

I whisper that to myself every night and day,

Although I have might have been broken,

And mentally thrown,

I know I can break the mold,

Make the chastising chains dissipate,

Lick my wounds

And physically stroll away.