The lips of my brain

Were born to be insane

Driven to rust

Life was clearly my lust 

My worth defined by dirty words that often weren't even heard

A soulful sorrow of judgement

I literally seal myself in enchantment

Anhour later broken down to my core

I knowingly refused to abhor

To absorb the emphatic lies 

Despite the fact that they weren't my size

Wanting to fit the shape 

Muted by designer tape

Longing to catch a snatch

Of a Secret Love Stash

Proving my Flaws to be a-muck

Let them all land, clunk

Out of my curly brown hair

Not caring what I wear

I can be my own pilot episode

If I walk from that road

That is where I will find home

Free to Roam