Not your name
Not your nationality
Below all the fame
Below the unreality
Deep down
Who are you?

Forget your license
Forget your authorization
Forget your conveyance
Forget every legal documentation
Now tell me
Who are you?

Deep down in the dark room of your empty soul
Deep down below your average conscience
There are only the things you put there yourself  
All your unused options
And the unanswered questions
like 'Who are you?'


Deep down below
There are only feelings
All your feelings
That you chose to confine
But it really doesn't matter who you are deep down
Because nobody carries around a shovel all the time.

I love to see your thoughts
spread in darkened lines across the page
take form in an abstract grace

I love to see your words appear
written in warm breath across the cold
wrapping my name in mist

I long to see the world made new
lit gloriously, reflecting in your eyes
spoken in hushed reverent tones

I love to see you sitting there
curled up with a book I found with you in mind
fixed with intent on the world inside

I open the gates and I let them in
they crawl like cockroaches under my innocent skin
they yell at me to give in
but I resist
and
yet
I surrender
i try my best not to exist
i pretend that i'm a bench
where they like to sit
i cry and die and then mourn myself
i watch them laugh and love and then **** themselves

My fingers twitch
My eyes are wide
As though I can see
the other side

The side of pain
The place where dark
surrounds your soul
muffles the spark

The spark of life
of hope and light
that shines through day
and blinks through night

Nurture the spark
Keep it alive
Let the inferno
Fuel up your drive

Let hope inspire you
Never to cease
When all else is lost
Hope will release

Fight through the pain
for when it is gone,
life will still be there
for you to lean on.

No matter how hard she tried
she could not be like them.
They had sunflowers,
She had dandelions.
Their words flowed,
Her words stumbled.
They moved gracefully like a poem,
She moved like a broken sentence
with awkward pauses and a clumsy pace.

Oh how she longed to be like them,

Oh how she longed.