storyteller

I am a storyteller.

Plenty to tell.

My fear grips me deep inside back to a moment where birth and death coincide.

My head is a fortress and my thoughts are deadly weapons.

While the bird cage seems serene, I am dying inside.

Strangling everything and forcing what I cannot keep.

I am a storyteller.

I am a storyteller.

I am a lonely girl who hides in the night, hiding in the darkness for fear of being caught.