Thoughts

Step into the crowd,

But you don't have clothes,

Why is it you're naked,

From your head to your toes?



On you are tattoos,

The words from your heart,

This is your inner,

Contribution to art,



The lyrics are there,

For the people to see,

Letting them go,

And setting them free,



Unlocking your cell,

And lifting the weight,

Allowing the others,

To decide it's fate,



For haters to critique,

However they choose,

While you just sit back,

Waiting to loose,



It stains your skin,

As the words start to bleed,

None of these people,

Will do what you need,