i’ll release it…

i am not them

i am me

i am every disaster 

and every masterpiece

i write to master me

denying myself of release is only blasphemy 

why do that when i can make adjectives run laps for me?

i’m only trapped in me.

i am not at all in control 

i’ve been gifted with articulation that can touch souls

all the while running into lovers who don’t have souls

turning me into a runner like i’ve lost the soles 

from underneath my feet

my emotions leave me at a loss for words and sometimes i really don’t wanna fucking speak...

but i’ll release it

because i need to

my silence may hurt me

or it could free you…

either way

i’d say it’s worth a chance 

spit it out

or shit it out

before it shits on you

silence is only used as a muzzle

2 distract you from your truth… 

you’re either going to talk about it 

or release it

‘cause if it’s killing you on the inside 

why would you keep it?

i bet you feel defeated

letting your emotions choke you up

if you knew you could start healing today

why would you still hold yourself up?