I Will Play*dont read not finished

I am hiding inside my hate of self suppression
Not gracing the streets with a nice step.

Clunking my heels around in torn jeans
Stop telling me that it is not me.

I radiate from the inside out
And boil in the bathroom tub

To hide.

Because I do not want the beauty you say I posses,
to show.

I am scared everyone will want more than they have taken

So I peek through striped sweater and sip tomato soup over my notebook deciding

never get the chance because I am peeking between book pages
throwing away a watch to avoid the time I could spend sitting pretty

My wit could show when it slips up.
I am tired of being humble.
Uncomfortable
this is the new year I am spinning like the bright mirrored sky between the oceans drawing tide
Smiling at the sense of self I get when I dive while no one watches


I let few trace me, but I think they are starting to notice...the free bird.