Let Me Be
I am only the shell in which she hides.
by Tanya Lynn Wells
She is like a voice screaming to be free;
free from this mundane, cream-colored sack.
She wants to run wild in the streets.
To scream, cry, and laugh if she wants to.
Yet I am the one who follows their rules;
fulfills their expectations.
While I suppress her, I pray to set her free,
pray to meet her one day;
As I'm running free in the streets;
screaming let me be!