Light, Camera, Action
The day begins.
I do not wear makeup on my face
Maybe some on what i show
There is a mask
My words have meaning;
no one reads them.
The world's eyes see? Maybe.
I am a young female with a constant flow of words in her head,
Not like a dictionary.
Not like a newspaper.
Not like the sentences you speak.
Scrabble---Scrabble is me
I am a young female with a faded dream
A dream she sees unclear-----No.
Still piecing them together--puzzle pieces.
I see a dream unclear,
I do not know how to pursue it.
This girl does not call herself a poet;
You may call me a non-conformist,
because conforming has gotten me into trouble.
My mind will be the end of my sanity;
into madness my mind will go
But do not fear, I am still here,
yet, the end is not near
I am madness
and you will not make me sane
I am not a freethinker
I am a differentiator
I write my thoughts.
I give you a piece of me;
a piece of me you will take.
My filter has been cut off,
this is my-- No Filter.