I am who I am

I am free from those who hold me back.
No longer persecuted by those who see me as less than they.
I am who I am
Not ever to be changed
I am tormented by demons that hold me hostage in my mind.
They count the lonely nights with me.
Seeing only visions of a lover I once never knew.
The eyes of a stranger to others yet lover to flesh no
mortal man has ever gazed upon with lust.
Reality is cold to those eyes who see the damage that mortality
has done to me.
Scares a soul seen by the naked eyes that pierce me
Preached to a mind that sees only the ideas of ones self
and redeems them with ink
I am who I am
A mistress of words.
Seductress to sentences that free my mind and freezes moments
in time.
Mother to captions I breath life into.
Dreamer to paragraphs that drown readers with awe.
I am who I am
My poetry tortures me.