I rhyme, keep in time. Words profound, that aren’t mine. Voiceless, choice-less, expressions of you A writer, abuser, silencer too. Forged from your mind You think that it’s kind But my thoughts are yours alone I fear my identity only exists Under your control So I break the cycle Stutter and shift To bend words in my favor And maybe now in this release I’ll exist, no live, much braver I refuse to fit the mold you want Where rhythm dictates my every thought Where words are constrained to a similar sound And no originality is found I am my own These words are mine I give no credit To poetic design This poem is free This poem is me