Shake my head and walk away

To lose myself
would be a wonderful thing
all the critical remarks
ass holes have displayed
through the 23 odd years
I have spent
lying awake

The assholes are now
the schizophrenic voices
I wish
to dismay

Blossoming
like a sunflower
growing tall
and high
with pedals
in a natural embrace
to the sun's rays

The sun is smiling
and holding me
blocking all the
"No"s
"Not"s
"Unrealistic"
and
"Maybes"

I grow
and grow
with out
a question mark
I no longer hear
the words
gathered in the sentence
"What the **** are you doing?"

I'm doing
just fine
and I'm going
to the stars
who had no fear
of dying