My friends used
To always be around
Good times, bad times
It didn't really matter
Every day was a new
Exciting adventure

Fast forward 10 years
Our group is scattered
All over the world and
We've become merely
Memoirs to reminisce
On my insomnia nights

Being a people pleaser is a part of me
You ask if I can meet you
I’ll promise you yes.
My schedule that will not allow it
I’ll change it so it can
My schedule will be deconstructed and reconstructed to form for yours.

You don't seem to like my laugh
I can laugh differently
To your liking.
Molding and creating a new me for you
My personality being formed around you.
An obsession,
An unhealthy obsession to make a personality formed for you.

The lesson here is to say what you hate
Because I'll change for you always
I'll lose who I am,
But as long as you're happy
I’m a people pleaser.

Interfering waves distort the mind,
shattered dreams freeze in their wake—
a chasm deep, sleep’s quiet grave,
where reality bends and breaks.

The ego quivers at the brink,
between the void and waking’s weight,
a struggle fierce, a war with fate—
archetypes stir, reborn to think.

in mirrors i tend to stare, and I see a pair
of blank lies and blank eyes
my head tilts cause that person, sometimes i forget;
is me!
but i never say it proud, out loud
cause, heck

thats me

that person over there
lurking in the windows and the water
doesn't know who i am; anything about me
but heck,
i forget

thats me

we collected magpie feathers and pretended we could fly

but mortals like us can really only die


a camaraderie built in the rain is one that will stain

the smallest starts and the deepest hearts