voiced

Headless bodies wander about me as I pass on the street.
Stick figures and picture perfect life
Faceless and void, you each become to me
As I'm sucked into a mind that runs further each minute.
Sprinting down a side street to get to the park
Where birds sing, children play and the grass is greener.
Not the other side.
Just a different block.
As long as the air is clear and the ground is there.
I finally feel I have a place to walk.
To think. To try. To take a step.
And when my running ceases, and I quiet my breath,
I listen to the voices of my life...

Walk without hesitation, tread carefully, move forward, go back.
Jump higher, stand taller, sit down, shut up, duck.
Say this and say that, think of him, her, he ,she.
Its not you, its all you, me, we, blah blah, this, that.
Do this, be this, and whatever you do don't be THAT.

God help me. Help me to give a shit what they say.
Those who have become headless and plain.
The more they say, they push me away.
Give me a chest to bear it. And a shovel to sort through the shit.
And I want to say "what you think is still just your opinion."
God, help me now, to find my own way.