free thinking...

i guess i just dont know what to say
i feel freed when i type like this
i just write and
what ever comes out
comes out
i talk amongst my peers
and feel the freak of nature
because i write of beauty
in the class room but
out if this sanctum
i scream these words across my paper
am i crazy?
i guess i cannot tell
this is my only route
my only escape to save
this fleeing sanity
we call life
well, i call this death
can we truly be freed alive?
i guess ones mind can
but never ones soul
as i write this
im merley thinking
no, not thinking
flowing
these words come out not as one
but as many
and i take a great disliking to those
who kill and slander with words
can you be so cruel?
yes, i can
i want to feel this gain
that you see me grow
in power, number and strength
i cannot tell
if im okay
but i guessone can never truly know
what is and what isnt
until one has fallin
and not gotten back up
now can we?