Find Yourself

Sun, 01/19/2014 - 17:58 -- sdunh12

A fly in my chest or a hornet in my head.

I feel some emotions blossoming

while others I have found dead.

No longer biting my tongue,

I let pent up intoxication loose.

I try to be me 

and this works better than lying.

Why try to live how another is seen?

I'm ready to spread my own wings.

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