I wrote this for my drama coursework, its about a...
Happy smiles...

Burning and churning and turning,
And glowing and growing, and showing the way...

You stand on the edge,
Of the highest of cliffs...

Fly out, away from troubles,
Run away from fear...

Pictures that do not portray;
The ink-less pencil drained...

Who am I,
Without a thought...

I'll tear off these robes,
And throw down my crown...

Let me dance in the skies,
Soar on wings of faith...

Torn apart and broken,
Crushed and in defeat...

Counsillor and friend,
The beginning yet the end...

Here I am. This is me.
These scattered shards of this broken heart...

Mom,
I know you'll always watch me...