Freedom Of Choice

Two hands either side the mirror, I'm trying to hold my own gaze

but I can't see anything pure or innocent

you tell me I'm an angel in human form

yet behind your back my true form morphs

breaking free of this taunt tight skin, the demons in my head come to form...

Words spit at speed, vemon from the very depths of hell

All the hate, torment, violence, all the wrongs youthful eyes saw

visions of the fires that this hateful world contains

spewed forth, regurtated

Go on feel all the hurt, all the pain, all the fears this once alive child felt before dying a human death

only to be recycled into the very sin that will now consume all who condemned

all who stabbed and kicked while she begged forgiveness

Tears of blood ran free in the streets, the heavens opened up

The war between good and evil halted upon that very second...

God found an angel in Satan's bed and she shed her feathers to make her child's bed

and from that moment the in laws feud rolled out

knocking every man, women and child to their knees

I am neither angel or demon

I am neither man or women

I am neither positive or negative

But

I am my own freak

my beauty is soulful and deep

I am neither saint or sin

I am whoever I choose to be...

Whoever I am in the mood to see when I lift my head

and gaze past all the grime this world pretends to be covered in

Can't they see

they are free to choose,

Can't they hear me scream?

freeflowpoet