I want to be naked
Free of everything that effaces who I am
But who am I?
An invisible line between existing and not existing,
The grey cloud on a bright blue sky
I want to extricate myself from me
Be everything I write I am
Draw myself for I am perhaps just a character
Dreaming to be alive
Knowing nothing is alive about me
I want to be in the nude
Glaze my body with confidence
As it becomes rather poignant
My clothes are a facade built to give me nothing but something to hide
I don’t want to hide
Imperfection created a magnificent art
Yet my imperfection create a sledgehammer for my heart
Crush me into ash
I want to free my soul from me
Let it be who it wants to be
Draw a smile on its face as this vessel’s smile is plastic
I want to be happy.
Why am I not happy.
Why can’t I be happy.
When am I going to be happy?
I wish to be happy.
How many pints of tears lead to happiness?
I have cried and Ocean,
Doesit take another Ocean of tears for me to be happy?
It’s nobody’s duty to make me happy.
It’s only a matter of extricating myself from myself so that I can be myself.