Be Me.

Just another poem.

Blessed be blessed me father please,
Go start your mission with in me.
Because I can no longer sleep
It's burnt so deep whats inside me.
So I begin to bleed
for the whole world to see.
Never flee stay planted like a firm tree
while moving into high speed like the Grand Prix.
Best believe.
I will learn to walk on my own two feet.
It does not matter if it takes me weeks.
I will always continue to be meek
I am finally going to be me.
No longer trapped but still gone in a haze.
One step forward to get out of this maze.
Finally going to find a way
Can not wait to see them brighter days.
To the highest degree.
Time to become the trainer no longer the trainee.