I refuse to step down,
even if you call me a clown.
I'm so used to playing with fire,
I don't need your Lighter.
My thoughts are the tangled twigs.
My feelings, the fueled flames.
I am my own igniter.
I am my own saviour.
These eruptions never ceased;
they swooped and leaped
and I, let them tailor me.
All I want is to be free.
