To Be Free

A delusional
Fictional depiction
Of accintrial unconventional
Alluring affliction
A straight up made up
Criptical contradiction
A dangerous inescapable addiction

I'm a circus of sickness
A mistress of mischief and mayhem
I'm not trying to scare you
This is just what I am
An apparition a shade
A shadow, a glare in the window
About to fade
An almost real image in the mist
The fog you reach for that goes straight through your fist

Not real
I'm hypothetical
Theoretical
Undetectable
Yet delectable
I'm just a spectacle
The masses are so erectible
And incorrectible
So I don't mind staying
Mythical

I'm adorable and deplorable
Unaffordable
Twisted, tight fisted
Sliced wristed
Infatuated with gore
Only wish you hated me more
And rated me poor
So you'd stay away from my door
Cruelty only makes them come at me more
Until I'm down on the floor
Trying to dig my way out
Like a child I pout
They don't know what I'm about
And I just want to get out
But rage makes them want me
Cynicism makes them love me
Even more than before
Always they haunt me
And I just want to be
To be me
To be free