A scream dying in my throat,
Before I can birth to it,
A thought dying in my mind,
Before i can even conceive it,
Must i dwell in adequacy?
In jealousy? In hostility?
Can't I dwell in epiphany?
Just for a moment?
Why am i denying myself?
Will i end up alone and desolate?
Like I always seem to find myself,
Questions make my head ache with paranoia,
And make my heart ache with hostility,
But they keep rising up in me, choking me merclessly,
And i can't swallow them down
Will it ever be my turn?
What will it take for me to earn?
Is there something i missed?
Something i didn't learn?
Am I not who i'm supposed to be?
WIll i ever be set free?
What will it take for them to see,
The person that is me.