i want somewhere i can learn.
i want to be able to sing what and when
i want, and everyone to tell me i have a nice voice.
to have perfect eyesight
and never depend on some to bring me food.
can i craft my own
i want someone and something
to compliment and return the favour.
i want my strength to stop running like a dog
following the back of your heels as they
click out the door.
i want every window and door to be open
and never latch closed.
i didn’t want
this to be about you, and so for once
i can’t deny the sounds i’ve heard
but i will take my liberties interpreting them.
and i will write this up all about me
in order to get my life back.
this is not selfishness, no.
this is a realization,
self-motivation in the purest form
and perhaps a little discrimination.
because i’ve wanted to stand on my own for a long time.
and i may shake,
because my fears never leave me alone,
but it’s what i need.