Sharice

I am a mess,

DISTRESS in my voice,

I have no choice, of the matter.

Grey matter, pink matter,

Distinguish however you want, to.

I am a mute...

But yet still my voice rises,

I, destroy barriers in my mind,

I crush bones in disguise,

I see right through your eyes to the

Uncovered soul of a quiet shy

Night falls, but I don't

I move on to the next land,

I hold out my hands,

Let the world grab back.

I would attack,

But instead, I strategize.

Yes, chess...

No longer distressed,

Just sit back...