Creator me.

I fear my thoughts will be stolen ,
If I share them with the world.
So I tried to keep them locked,
Bury them deep
Safely in my head
Fighting against my heart,
Which wants them to be set free.

Caged , left with no company.
Sooner, my thoughts grew stale
And started to rot from within.
Ashamed of the selfish mortal
Who had their ownership
Alive, with no life within
Death was a relief
Than such presence, they believed.

When my own thoughts turned against me.
Were more aloof ,
Strange than any stranger
I have ever seen.
Plotted an escape
Tried to run free
For breath of freedom
Away from the shackles
Dark dungeons of my skin

I cursed my creator,
More often than not
When I faced adversities.
And when I had the power to create
I locked my creations down
Seconds after blowing in life

What good was having them
When they questioned their existence
So I decided to let them free
Gifted back the wings
They owned since their inception

What if they get stolen
Used by some another
With a new name
They'll still have a life there on,
With a different credit.

Wherever they may travel
Through word of mouth
Or scribbled , written
They'll always carry
A piece of my soul tagged along.