Taking Back Control

If I told you I heard sounds,
Voices and echos and strange weird pounds.

If I told you I see things,
Shadows and figures and puppets on strings.

Would you think I was crazy or just plain dumb?
Would you tell me to snap out of it and then some?

Would you run away and hide?
Or would you stand brave by my side?

I can be brave,
And cope when I need to.
Some things are old to me,
And some things are new.

But I will break this,
And crush it to the ground.
There won't be sounds anymore,
Not even a pound.

I will destroy the shadows,
And erase the dark.
I will turn on the lights,
And create a spark.

For I am person,
Not just a slave.
I will live in the sunlight,
Not in a cave.

For all you haters,
Come and see.
It's not always bad,
Being me.