Deep in my mind

Imagination was born,

Constricted in bind

My imagination had torn.

The walls that had lied,

That constricted my life

Are no longer alive.

Now that I'm free

I flourish with glee

With pencil and paper

I show my creation.

 This armor I have

Shows my aggression.

The willing to live

The willing to give

And show what I'm made of

To all that can see

I am finally free.