Let Them Burn

I shall bloom with unrelenting persistence and murderous resistance, fighting back with mental pistons, shattering the framerworks of my current existence. I find self expression from the roots of my depression and resilience in the past I'm repressing. This obsession drives me up the mountain to anxieties peak as my chest rises and heaves and I crumble to heaps, gnashing my teeth and thrashing through sleep, I can't find peace nor the sunny salvation I seek, my will is strong but my sense of self remains meek. I'm dying to be alive taking ten steps back with every onward stride, swallowing each breath of life through anothers eye with two swigs of cyanide as I trail the boarders of pride and internal genocide, ultimately to be defined by the box of rules I choose to abide and the standards to which I feel I must rise, when will I burn the bed of lies that serve as the foundation for my entire life with all of the fire I carry inside? The worst has yet to come but when all is said and done, I will shine with the intensity of a thousand suns and burn the million, million and one people who said I'd never be good enough or successful enough or smart enough or beautiful enough or thin enough, to the million, million and one people I will drip the last drops of self hate from the tip of my tongue, and I will learn to scream from the bottom of my inadequate, silenced, undeserving lungs: I am enough, I am enough, I AM enough.