words are blades

bite and sting

don't be surprised

that i bleed

leather skin

only an inch deep

you want rhythm and rhyme?

don't worry

i'll give it to you on time

all strings attached

i'm the puppet master

playing a dangerous game

of Russian Roulette

lead in my head

bugs in my bed

so tired of hiding

away in these covers

turn to stone

when light hits my dome

and fingers

go poking go jesting

just for fun

to see if stone crumble 

against strong enough wind

happy thoughts

four years around the bend

thawing stone

stone to mend

cement

building strong statues back up again

you ask for a mirror

i give you dribbles and stepbacks and wins

i give you sucess and gold stars and no sins

i give you long hair and dresses and pink

"my reflection is still flawed

even though it is me" you'd say

forge a new way

path though forest

briar patch thicket

leading to a castle

but how do i save the person i'm supposed to be

society 

locking me in high spires

take back your god

i believe in him not

prayers not answered

a sin to be alive and me

you worship 

that which you can not see

a mystery 

that'll lead you to the great beyond

high heavens

morals of stories

written by men

women submissive

child-bearer

a forgotten wives tale

lost in the wind

drowned by louder call of help

asking for a son

i wish to be a landfish

loving a unicorn 

surrounded by griffins 

and werewolves

free to be 

menagarie no more