More old stuff from CW A 'me' poem, needs work

I am full of words
questions with no answers
answers who have no questions


      My mind is its own World
      Its own Lost Poem
      my Escape
      my Comfort
      my Insanity


I am full of colors
Paint overflows veins
watercolors in the rain

      My mind is its own World

      Its own Stained Glass

      my Escape

      my Comfort

      my Sanity

I am full of my life

memories weave in and out 

these Scars are my own

      My mind is its own World

      Its Forgotten Story

      my Escape

      my Comfort

      my Reality

I am full of others

all my family of no blood

the desire to help

      My mind is its own World

      my Escape

      my Comfort

      my Heart