Your counted by percentage.
Some may claim you to be their lover the ones with a weak mind.. you have possessed and now they can’t let go
As You desperately leave them wanting for more
The loved ones view you as an evil stuck in a bottle
But yet it’s not your fault
While your tucked in a shelve
And kept away.
But it’s them that tried you in the first place and now
You have become their intoxication. A possession that can take them out of their emptiness
The loved ones ask why?
And no answer
The individual remains silent.. and only with their thoughts
Protecting what they have in their hands
a lover
Yes a lover
That is breaking relationships, and finally your left to confront the cold world.
You feel left out and not loved.
But all along they were their
By your side.
While you were blinded by the love that kept you out of touch with the reality around you

An innocent beauty.
Lost in the battle of her own world.
As pressure builds all around her,
Blocking all the directions.
From the construction of her own decisions.
That has lead her to this, lost of hope.
From the non existent love and support  from the family.
As she is trying to find herself,
Yes a beauty.
A fading beauty!
Restricting to see the light as darkness blurs her vision to see further.
Running away the only safer choice, a decision that could change her life and everyone around her.
As she is searching for HER.

Emptiness cringes my heart searching for a voice,
to tell me it's alright.
Hurting myself is not good.
Let the frustrations that stoop you low, float away
in its own existence.
A human has a purpose,
but what is purpose?
Left alone in this world, an amazing feeling
you and you all alone.
So quiet and peaceful,
each breath is slowly taken in and out.
Be you they said and yet they judge

Let the waters sway,
as the lake dances to the moon's gravity.
The sand carried by the wind, and
the rain droplets kiss the ground.
Let the snow wrap itself around the trees, that stand alone.
As the creatures find salvation on this poisoned world.