My Disclosure Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Your search for the truth
Do you want the pinnacle of my story?
How I became so cynical?
What drove me to the needle,
What caused the fall?
From conception
I was a child full of potential

But, it takes more than one
It takes more than two
A non-existent world
A different mind, a different view
A new pair of genes
Genes that fit better
Because from birth she was cursed
The world wouldn't let her
Be who she was
Be real
They wanted false stories
A pretty little tale
Not the gory
-tales, which were her truths
No matter how raw
Visceral
Insane
Uncouth

It drove her mad
Depleted her of everything she had
All that talk
All those demands
Feet were tied
So were her hands
There was never perfection
The image; false
It was deflection
And the worst form of rejection

So the needle was her cure
The needle was her fix
The needle was the answer
The prick, it worked so quick
Combine a handful of monsters
Multiplied by those deceased
Add a dash of abuse
A pinch of disaster
And you've got the equation
You've got a disaster

By the time she could see
There was a sickness
It took over so fast
What quickness!
So she sought out the Gods
Begged for release
Screaming to the skies
Would rather be deceased

This is the story
This is her tale
This the reason
Why she did fail;

The making of her bio
Full Exposure
This is the truth
This is my disclosure.

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