(my coming)

I try to prove myself -they won't listen,

I try to guide myself -i'm still missing,

My mind tells me to scream-I'm not talking

My friends tell me to smile-i'm not laughing

I try to be everything you throw at me



Untie this rope around my wrist -I'm not a puppet

Cut my strings and let me live-You can't control me



I set myself at my own defeat-come face me

I drain the liquid from this strange desiese-I'm coming clean





Check back i'm a born idenity

Born to live and born to die

So don't make fun of me



I'm not afraid i'm not scared

Your the one who is going to see the light i'm here

need you feed you come with me I slowley breath

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem got me 5,000 and award for poet of 2004

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Interesting...ttyl