Drive-By.

Satisfied in my own skin, I no longer feel the need to question whether I will encounter an end to my suffering.  Calm, collected, and cool, I refuse to continue to be everybody's fool.  There were days past where my heart's truth leaked from my sleeve until I found the strength within to finally get up and leave.  I am the beauty now although I was once the beast, as I forced myself to realize that I had simply been settling for the least.  Here I rise, growing taller than the trees, I will be sky high, you will even feel my spirit in the warm, summer breeze.  A glimpse into my eyes will take you on a carousel ride, round and round you will go until you confide that if you had even walked a mile in my shoes, you would want to run, repress, and then hide.  My transformation began with accepting my flaws, improving and maturing in the hopes of separating myself from the boy who would laugh in the face of the law.  I outlive, outplay, then outlast the world's best, as I attempt to remain humble enough to not have to attest that I have survived and endured more than the rest.  My demeanour remains the same and my behaviour does not change although I work hard to regain the part of my sanity that will sustain my brain.  They can take my body, but never my soul or my mind; one of a kind, I will not return to being stuck in a bind but instead pretend that I have been institutionalized enough to partake in society's daily grind.  Compassionate soul that I am, and occasionally too kind, I prioritize others' happiness before I even consider mine.  Over, done, I need to move on, as I have strategized methods to capture their pawns.  I would be a king if life was just Chess, as I have learned my lessons; I cannot be a mess. Undressed and nude but never vulnerable or rude, my path will lead to my salvation and hopefully with it, it will bring solitude.  Turn envious green as you see me flying so high, I have accepted my wrath; my sorrow was merely a drive-by.