free

tattered my life 
it floats on a sea of pain ...
where is the shore ..is it near ?
i sit in the corner clutching my knees ..
rocking to and fro ..head bowed i shake ...
take this ...take that ..they say ...
throat dry it cracks...
my thoughts afire...
i twist the word till it bends ...
easy i think ..
make it real ...it goes away ...
then its there ...the word ..
i slowly get up..head down hair matted ...
hands clenched ...i stop ...the word is ringing loudly ..
my eyes they open ...i see what i need ...
i raise my head ...i move acroos the floor
now the panic is there i hear there screams ..
they move as one ...a herd ...
i turn my back to them and start to run...
its so hot ...i think as the plate glass shaters and cool air caresses my body ...the word it comes out with a roar ....free