Shout and let it all out!

Strips are torn away from my soul.  My deflated canvas is pumped up till the vassal is full.  Do I dare make a noise?

I’ve been hovered over the middle, but I clutch at the sides.  Trying not to end up like those who as gone before.

The day has finally dawned it’s time to emerge.  Still I have to second guess; questions, maybe not now?

Am I going forward or will I be rewound?  Still strips are torn away from my soul, as I am still frightened to put in words my mind.

My centre grows thicker; expanding to burst.  The slit between, that guzzling machine has no mercy.  All ideas manufactured ready to be seen.  Do I take a chance, or do I give in.

Twenty six characters its funny they’re hard to speak.  A faith of intertwine equality bonds all languages.

The flare is not always easy but patience is the key.  I have moved closer to that eating machine.  I have been reprieved.  The eleventh hour is here.  I lay in the in-tray being weighted every day.

At long last I am picked up my contents are read.  Delighted to be found but passed off as his.  It’s lonely at the top not getting the recognition that one deserves, and others taking the praises whilst others have none.  

Who cares I'm being used I'm here for all to share.

To think of it I nearly ended up in the paper shredder.