When I was little and learning how to start writing I was given very strict regulations to follow. Paragraphs were five sentences long, essays were five paragraphs and at least one hundred words. While I had these regulations I was never given the freedom to choose what I wanted to write about or how I wanted to write. Very quickly my voice was taken away from me. I was taught that there was only one way, taking me out of my papers way "correct". I began to learn to write in a way that was not how I would say things, or in anyway comfortable. my writings had become a mask I would put on to make them happy. If ever the mask was removed I got a bad grade so I continued to write as if i were someone else.

The  place where my writing was able to reflect me was in my poems that i would write on my free time. More often than not my poems would be angry or sad to show all these emotions i wasn't aloud to express elsewhere.

 

​This Is My Throne



You have succeeded in the imposable.
You removed my mask from my face,
Only to find a scared innocent soul.
Afraid not of death nor of life,
But of being alone in both worlds.
This mask made me seem strong.
Hid every weakness known,
And every tear drop that was shed.
No one before you has ever preformed such a task.
You tore down my walls and walked through my kingdom,
As if it was you own.
Though oddly enough I don’t mind,
For with you I am still Queen.
You see me at my most vulnerable stage.
Yet, don’t use it to your advantage.
I don’t mind you knowing,
Because you accept the real me.
You brought my walls down.
Walls I didn’t even know I had.
You allow me to sit on my throne.
You allow me to be free but not alone.