I created this during a very complicated and difficult time in my life. I opened myself to a blank sheet of paper and allowed my emotions and feelings to spew out,  almost too effortlessly. They are now for you to read and interpret as you decide. I found comfort within my own mind.

Completely Empty, But Finally Content.

Like a picture trapped in a frame
I feel confined to this wall, called life

You see me, but yet I cannot speak
Fortified by those who have hung me here
I reflect and hold a story that no one will ever know

Held tight, with such preciseness
Transparent to all it seems but you
I long for the moment you become conscious of this

Take me down slow and embrace my features,
Outline the elaborate border of my existence

But of course you wont
The light tends to seize my color and terminates the beauty
Forced to restrain against a white blank barrier of society,
Where I have illustrated and projected the "perfect" image

With each step you take I become more apprehensive
I count the seconds, while you cross the room
Inches from me, you extend your hand
Almost as if the reflection is blinding

Unbearable imprison causes all emotions to detonate
Terrified I weep, feeling humiliated
For the first time I am recognized

Tears stream down, smearing everything they encounter
Simmering at the foundation of my penitentiary

Wanting desperately to escape,
Instead I scream inside

United as one, your flesh burns me
I somehow manage to disregard the reality

All at once the burden of being counterfeit emerges.
Exhaustion hitting full force

Effortless and nonchalantly, I detach myself
Collapsing into the anonymous unknown

Evaluating my duration as I descend
Colliding with the humanity of hell

Pieces strewn in chaos,
Assembling by magnetism into their place
My obligations are finalized

Concluding the complete emptiness, and finally feeling content
Free to linger aimlessly,
Until remains of life are swept away and a new picture is replaced
Only to be trapped in a frame, confined to the wall of life.