A twist, a turn:
      an adrenaline rush.
      releasing all stress,
      drowning all despair.
      I fight it's confines.
      I embrace it's challenge.
      Tempting to resist, I break away.
      Unbound. Independent. Free.

A swirl, a bend:
      a mounting anticipation.
      revelling the bliss,
      endearing the adventure.
      I move like I've never before.
      Embracing the moment, accepting the rush.
      Wings once forgotton, now spread in delight.
      Anticipation. Excitation. Exhilaration.

A twirl, a spin:
      a bursting ecstasy.
      tempting to erupt,
      daring to challenge.
      I rejoice in who I am, not who I'm supposed to be.
      No expectations, no pretences. Just me.
      This is where I belong. I own it all.
      My moment. My time. My turn.

                        - To break free.

A silent tear;
   - unseeingly fell.
A distant fear;
    - on it I shall never dwell.

Deep in my heart;
    - I know it's there.
My warmest thoughts;
    - my deepest despair.

A silent tear;
    - unjustly shown.
A distant fear;
    - of what I can never own.

I feel so confused, my tortured mind.
I don't know why I let it bother me.
It's like I don't belong here.
Who am I to anyway?

The more I try, the more I trip and fall.
I feel so trapped, so uncomfortable.
A hinderance. A kill-joy.
Why do I feel this way?

I wish for familiarity, so much to be a part of.
But with my every increased effort,
I only begin to fade away. Disappear.
Why does that happen?

Why don't you see me when you look at me?
All of you. Every one of you.
You make me so invinsible. I hate it.
It's like a sharpened blade that cuts so deep..

... and hurts like HELL.

I hear footsteps:
thunder clashing,
lightning playing havoc.
I feel the rain:
cruel, unrelentless,
pouring down, mercilessly.

I stop to look around:
there is no storm,
or even a slight drizzle.
I gaze up at the sun:
shining it's hypocritical rays,
failing to radiate the warmth I need.

I walk on unperturbed:
no closer to knowing why,
Why there is no rain.
I walk on unperturbed:
no longer caring why,
Why this storm torments my reverie.