I'm a poet, I'm a writer.
I'm a lover and a fighter. 
I get things done the second they come.
I've been shot many times and have bled my wounds through,
But then again, that gun has been shot by me, too.
I've been at the top and bottom of every bump in the road,
Yet here I am, feeling nothing.. Almost like waiting for a code.
I'm loud and outgoing and believe in every word I speak
Smiles and laughter with everything I seek.
Many times, I get happily and overly excited overthings,
With the flight in my heart, I fly with broken wings.
I do what I love and every second my head gets a little harder
My body is a temple, and it's made out of shimmering armor.
I always try to be the one to understand,
But how come when I am lost, no one seems to lend a hand?
Seems like our rolls never really change
We're all here for eacothers needs, everyone in range.

Here's to our escape....