Some people are like hiccups
First, they're annoying.
You try to push them away
then you get used to having them around
and suddenly they disappear.
Then it feels strange;
like an important part of you
is gone.

Her eyes stare out
Into emptily brimming space
At the lives that run before her
Almost touching, seeming to reach out  
But never crossing paths
Oblivious to her presence

She sits, surrrounded by surreality
By the irony of her twisted fate
To be so close to human touch,
to the relief of shared laughter and tears
And still, trapped in a tomb of solitude

Unmoved by a smile that sneaks
Across her face as a stranger smiles back
For such is transient, never to be realized
As a bigger part, of eternity

Slowly, gently, tendrils of her being
Creep toward another soul
Cautiously approach, then close around
Only to be severed
Ousted by a stronger spirit

And then she saw, a glimmer of light
That closed in on her, swallowed her whole
And she lived in the rays of starlight
For a time

Twice, in four hundreds of days
The lambency would engulf her
With the clemency of company
And then shut her in darkness

And now she stays, alone in a crowd
The silence is deafening
As her heart screams out
For the starlight to touch
Her hand once again

You prised me open
Pages and pages that were stuck together
Like opening a letter, you tore me apart
From the stories that were bound together in me
Like webs of intricate secrecy

I was my diary, my heart my closet
Where the skeletons lay unseen, for years at rest
Then you came along and opened my dark corners
Opened the gates to the secretly guarded treasures in my chest

You did not like the ink in the pages
The stories they told, the people they embraced
In blood and memories, in emotions and opinions
You opened a book you never should have

You threw me away, shelved me
Because there'd be one less plot line
To lose your sleep over
Wondering where my stories would end
And how they'd end with you

My soul's legends and lore
Shall remain closed forevermore
And the next curious reader that comes along
Will rest in knowing this:

Ignorance is bliss

Tired of convention, done with the norm
Don't want to be a rebel, but yearning reform
Calm as the eye, in the centre of the storm
You can go tell society, I don't intend to conform