I Am Different

I am different.

I am me restless, electric.

Once blind to shadows lurking in your eyes.

My past bleeds in echoes.

Each downward glance finds scars.

I lie sprawled in a crimson pool,

tears streaming blood,

my heartbeat sobbing for a shattered heart.

Blackness. Blackness. Black and blue.

Fists of memory pound me numb.

Demons rise, whispering venom in the dark.

Emotions spiral, clashing anger, hurt, joy, despair, love

forever swirling, pulling me under,

a contradiction drowning in its own depths.

I was a prisoner, locked in invisible chains,

weighted by phantoms without mass.

Like a moth to the flame,

I flew, knowing the burn was my own fault.

But I am different.

I am me, unbound.

I am radiant light, blazing.

I am free…