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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.
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.
Literature
Breathe.
"I think it's safe to say you're never coming back."
Something just snapped.
Like a cord.
Something that was holding her together.
And simultaneously,
Something clicked.
Like a horrifying realization
of a heart-shattering truth.
Anxiety bubbles in the pot that is her stomach,
Overflowing in a few broken little sobs.
Her heart,
Broken as it is,
Races on like a gunshot.
She is a storm.
Crying aloud thunder,
Tears become rain.
Gasps gusts of wind the beat against her ribcage
And her ribcage is a window.
And then the calm.
Always the calm,
Brooding,
Disappointing,
Silence.
She is an ocean.
Rippling and alive.
As she recov
Literature
All for you
Falling asleep with tears in my eyes
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you m
Literature
Breathe
Early morning and
I'm still awake. My mind is
wrapped in my mistakes.
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