I will not be a crypt where fallen lovers go to die,
a casket with broken hearts,
and severed souls.
I will not break my bones
to fit into the cage
of another person's mind.
With my lungs,
I will breathe myself to a peace
that undermines the stars.
I will not step backwards,
and lose the progress I have barely made.
My fingers were made
to blend the words of my soul,
I will not use them
to praise an unloving ghost.
With two hands I will shape
my future without the regrets
that would be forced into my mind.
I was not born with sharpened teeth
and mangled flesh.
I am more than what a piece of me
was taught to believe.
I am two eyes and a soul
that has no end.
I am not broken will
or broken teeth.
I am two tons of
invincible,
and on my way to believing
that I can be happy.
