The blade scrapes across my skin

Rattling the identity within

A face hidden to the comfort of my friends

Or family

Hidden and denied the grace of Light

A name so shamed by the harsh tone of denial

Denial from the one voice I've been searching for

Hoping for approval

Approval that I know will never come

I now know

Approval that will only ever be pain in my heart

Heartstrings plucked from my own chest

Leaving me broken on the ground

Blade in my left

A warning in my right:

"I can get you fixed with a single phone call"

Comitted

A vow of eleven years

I heard what the doctors said that day

Even if you say I'm wrong

It isn't parinoia that wracks my brain

But the tightness in a betrayed heart

Tight suffocation through the Valley of Death

Strangled cries

I'm gasping for breath

In a place without air

A place without sky

A place with no freedom

Despite all your pride

Pride for the "freedom" you lay in your wake

The "freedom" that suffocates me

Keeps a key and locks my identity

Hidden from everyone

Hidden from all

Even me

Begging to leap out

A tiger

Itching to scratch its claws

Razor-like

Through my flesh

To rebel as I lay broken on the floor

Heartstrings plucked from my chest

The blade in my right hand

A warning in my left:

"I can fix you with one single phone call"

That vow

Eleven years

Also known as my death