Being seen.

Being seen is everything.

Where someone starts to look at the ugliest parts of you.

It’s a desire, they only want more, like how my fingers flow on letters

Like they’re hungry to get somewhere

Eager to say just enough

Never too more

With a sigh I start another paragraph

Be reminded of the could bes

And to bes

Imagining full sound isolation

Only my voice covering the halls of the castle I renovated

It’s cold so everywhere is fire

My voice burns as it caresses the hallways in its beauty

All those possibilities

Which one myself do I anchor

What is the risk and return equation

Am I projecting

Too excited that I’m not deliberating

I’m tired of wearing a mask

A name that people call me

That the real me won’t recognize

Then all these different names under

I’m starting again

Too heavy for one to carry

Not like they would believe me

Thinking about the intersections

Roaring myself into nightmares

And fires burning myself into them

Like I’ve kept writing prophecies through verses

Breaking every rule ever invented

I know the steal is harder

Seeing the diffusion in my head

It only fears me more

Protect us the little girl says

It only fears me more

I’m screaming inside your head

On my little heels

Wearing those shoes with a sea shell

I’m walking the shores and I’m scared

What if giving myself is being taken away

I want to

Oh but I really do

When the numbers decide I can go out and play

I can go out and play too

In my breath

I carry the child’s wisdom

Too adultly in my manners now

Like yesterday

Remains despise for the gate keeper