My words are my freedom,
your eyes are my censorship.
I wonder into one direction,
you follow close behind.
I love you more than you'll ever know,
but I hate you so much because you will not let me go.
My words are my escape,
my mind is my bliss.
These words of which I speak, 
are only apart of me.
They come from my mind,
which does not like your censorship.
But I prevail through time,
as I slip from your eyes.
My words are my kryptonite,
and you laugh with victory.
But my words will haunt you,
as you lie in bed at night.
I hate to say I told you so,
but my words are me.