Inner

           I'm screaming in here--within walls of flesh--within imperfection--

                                                                 drowning in self-imposed perfect standards.

                       I tore my wings to shreds, and now the feathers are scattered

                                          and my back is breaking as I reach down in attempt to pick them back up--

                 because all I've ever wanted is to fly free,

                                                 and the only thing in my way is

                                       me.