Breath of Honesty

Other peoples expectations,
Mock me with their depredations. 
I try to reach the top of the yard stick.
Even when the thorns tear and prick.
But in this place,
I can finally slip away.

In real life I often never say,
What I think about every day.
But in this world of paper no one can judge,
When I scream and cry or hold a grudge.
This is a glimpse of the girl,
That never shows her face to the world.

I can bleed without the fear of stain.
And run without ever going away.
Because in these small black letters on the page,
You see my joy, my grief, my rage.
Its a breath of honesty.
A glimpse of the real me.

When the emotions burn I reach for the pen.
And in the silence I can begin again.
I feel alone and drowning,
When all their eyes are frowning.
So I quiet myself and retreat,
To the one place I can speak.

In real life I often never say,
What I think about every day.
But in this world of paper no one can judge,
When I scream and cry or hold a grudge.
This is a glimpse of the girl,
That never shows her face to the world.

I can bleed without the fear of stain.
And run without ever going away.
Because in these small black letters on the page,
You see my joy, my grief, my rage.
Its a breath of honesty.
A glimpse of the real me.

I wander in places no one else does.
And I suppose the reason is because,
In my mind there are no bars,
That lock around my dreaming heart.
I can fly and act like a child.
Without worrying about a dampened smile.

In real life I often never say,
What I think about every day.
But in this world of paper no one can judge,
When I scream and cry or hold a grudge.
This is a glimpse of the girl,
That never shows her face to the world.

I can bleed without the fear of stain.
And run without ever going away.
Because in these small black letters on the page,
You see my joy, my grief, my rage.
Its a breath of honesty.
A glimpse of the real me.

So much of the time I grin,
When I'm crying within.
The merriment is glistening with tears.
The bravery is crawling with fears.
Its the facade I wear like a garment.
Normally it doesn't slip even for a moment.

In real life I often never say,
What I think about every day.
But in this world of paper no one can judge,
When I scream and cry or hold a grudge.
This is a glimpse of the girl,
That never shows her face to the world.

I can bleed without the fear of stain.
And run without ever going away.
Because in these small black letters on the page,
You see my joy, my grief, my rage.
Its a breath of honesty.
A glimpse of the real me.

 I look over my shoulder and smile at you.
This is something few people get to view.
The sun shines through my tangled hair.
I laugh because I don't even care.
Dance around in a dress with no shoes.
As I invite you to forget the rules.
This is a breath of honesty.
Its a glimpse of the real me.