She believed in love at first sight but had always been disappointed.





He believed that all females are good looking but the soul is the only way to prove their individualism.

"A part of you is in denial,
as far as I can tell.
It's familiar to me, you see;
for I used to be, as well."

I want to stick a knife through my skull, because I'm so sick and tired of my own thoughts.

When will I get to cry my "tears of joy"?

As a child
my hiding places were simple-
a closet, under a bed
easily found, never lost.
Now my hiding places
are far more complicated.
I can hide in my books....
I find safety in my books -
so many books that bring me joy.
But no longer do they bring
me solace.
I hide in my office
at home and work.
with doors shut no one looks in,
content to allow me to hide
behind the click, click - click of keyboard strokes.
I hide behind my mask,
carefully made up,
painted on smile,
no one peeks behind
- I can hide my life away....
And often I find myself lost.