Poems from B. A.
What is the boundary of freedom?
Whatever you discribe it as-
it never fits its definition.
For we know no freedom.
Only the lack of.
No...
I'm not as lost as think.
I do things my way and no other.
I am my own leader.
I'm not alone for I have my own.
My own body.
My own heart....
Jealousy appears to be the only feeling in my heart.
As I watch you touch him like I would like for myself.
Don't you dare love him...
but...
I have grown more emotion,
as I fill my empty void with memories.
My childhood has been replaced
with the deep though of death.
I've said...
I don't want you in my head.
Sitting there, taking all of the space.
My lock has been latched,
as for you,
can never escape.