//Overdue//

These words, I won't say to you.
Because paper holds more depth
than people do.
Because paper can fold,
and it becomes a mould,
a place I pour myself into.
They might call me a fool, it's true.
//But I'm tired of being untrue//
To satisfy everyone's needs,
never living,
but merely conforming to
what they would have me do.
I'd rather be by myself
over being the reacher
that nobody ever knew.
So these chains, I bid adieu-
And by myself, I start anew.