What I've become

I want to sink

like a rock

to the bottom of the ocean.

I want to float

like a feather 

into a strong, loving embrace.

I want to move

like a meteorite

into the path of a bullet.

I want to stand

like a mannequin

with it's perfect body form.

I want to breath

like a human

collecting enough air into a set of lungs.

I want to smile

like he does

so I look as content as he.

I want to cry

like a newborn child

until there are no tears left and my body goes weak.

I want to whisper

like the wind and the trees

only to those who are worthy of my words.

I want to SCREAM!

like a psychotic wreck

because that's what I've become.

:D.