Who I am is undefined
Hidden and eroded lightly over time
My expression brought into question
By the judgement of others
Who hold my attention
Is it me I’m looking at
Or a creation of external influence
That’s moulded a new aesthetic
One I’m not convinced is a true reflection
Whilst my roots have taken hold
My branches have been restricted
My blossoming on hold
I wait for my moment to expose
Expand
And burst into a coloured stream
Of intuitive expression
I am calling an end
To my long withstanding repression