Here I am

See here I am!

A stranger on my own;

Ringing random telephone..

somehow, somewhere~

To someone- I must have been known…

Here I am, I won't talk about home~

That's viciously wrecked,

by some unhinged mind…

And keep quiet, unless they find

you out- you shouldn't be on your own,

But here I am, 

and I don't own that phone…

Never made it this far, away from ground

Hey, how do I look??

How do I sound??

You look strange, unlike my ally~

Why so scared?

 let's be friends.. shall we?

Now we're good, look how precious you are~

So calm in those boxes,

my dearest souvenir!

Yet here I am, I did no harm to any;

I just freed myself, I've won over many…

'Tis my moment, and I want no siren

I'm tired of being my own,

of those walls, those chains

And those white uniforms..

See, I've tinted mine~

Isn't that crimson pretty??

Those were plain old lives,

But I was far more witty….

Now they're shades of red~

Now they're in my rhyme!

Still here I am,

They don't think I was on my own,

But I was, trust me!

Just bring me back that phone….