No Longer Consumed

I know what you see, your opinion of me. It smells of burning trash, but if you take your
time to explore me well, the deeper you search the more intimate stories
will be unveiled. 
          Can't you see? 
I'm not who you expect me to be!
                     I'm trapped. . . no way out
                     The walls are closing in
It's getting harder to breathe 
The voices! I can hear your voices
Stop the madness!Stop all the screaming!
Stop filling my head with fears
                     Out come my tears 
I can NOT control myself. It has been so many years.
Consumed with the poison of all the ugly voices
What's NEXT? 
                 Agony just let go of me!

Realization, a little relaxation has finally set me free.
To be who I was always meant to be....
                   Jamie