Anger.
Rage.
Fury.
Resentment.
Bitterness.
Tantrum.
Wrath.
Rampag­e.
&
Misunderstandings.
It all starts with misunderstandings, if you would try to look over your own nose, you'd see.
You'd see that I am just trying
trying
trying
trying
to reach out.
With false hope, I got shot.
I thought it meant more.

I begin as porcelain
Soul filled with something foul
I open my mouth and the Devil pours out

I turn to ashes
And drown in the rain
Diluted and weak
I will not burn again

I become ivory
Rare and hunted
Once again, my life is stunted

I am reborn as flame
I bring destruction
Still I am weak
So chaotic I cannot function

I am left as marble
Cold and sharp
Still so many hammer blows
Will breaks apart the marble shard heart

So I build myself from what I once was
Now I wrap silver around my heart
And work gold into my soul
I am glass
Cleansed by the fire that once destroyed me
am marble, and i carve myself into art
I am the ashes, and the things that hurt me once will never get that close again
At last I am porcelain  
I am free in my fragility
I guard it with twisted spikes of steel
I hold the key to my hear
So I keep it unbreakable.

How can you help yourself in this wide sea
When you are alone and you don't know how to swim?

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