Expression is everything,

I don’t wanna keep things bottled.

That’s what makes me hollow…

My ego, wants people to follow!

But I rather sleep in sorrow.

Wake up, and express.

Dress my words in pain.

Passion and demon slaying.

Until my past is slain.

I want fame.

I want respect.

I’ll be human and be honest about that.

I desire love and achievement.

And little things that give my life reason.

Like knowledge and wisdom.

And music for me to listen.

Going astray, in my creative vision.

I have to pray, as I glow and glisten.

In my paradise of freedom, creative core.

I crave and crave more, as I write and type more.