Untitled Madness Poem by Melissa Ferrer

Speeding through life i
live as though i cant contain my self
a shapeless force going anywhere...
but in.
I can not win as i pine for something greater
straighter.
more unimaginable.
more undeniable.
more me.
I am freed
from shackles of deception
I am freed
since the immaculate conception
of thought process going through my mind
out of my fingertips
through pen and onto blank awaiting paper.
Myself turns to vapor,
so easy to breath in.
but the reluctance is sufffocating,
never knowing who i truly am
i am a plot. I am plan.
I am a setting where the unimaginable takes place.
I am a culture I am a race.
I have felt feelings beyond compare.
I have ravaged the world.
And yet i am not scared.
I have seen the horrors of innocence lost.
I have won the respect of many, by a high cost
my words speak louder, than i ever dare to
My hands perform actions that i'd never dare do.
My mind goes out of sync with my mind.
Time after time.
I live a lie
filled with incessant,
pubescent, illuminescence...
and its perfect. Lying to myself.
I am happy to be.
to be free
from the truth
from the reality
the brutality
the abnormalities
the physicalities.
and approach the duality
of me.
and myself.
two different beings
encompassed by one ideal...
Love.