You pretend to be okay,
You put on a facquade
I know. I understand.
I do too.
We try so hard to pretend to be okay that occasionally we even feel okay.

Why can't you see you are perfect?
It doesn't matter who you say you are, it doesn't matter what they call you.
You are.

How can you not understand that you are loved?
Those lies they whisper in your ear,
You are loved.

We would cry rivers of remorse if you left us,
The world would be less

Why can't you see that you are perfect, and that beauty isn't based on titles?

Doritos in the trash
Unopened, untouched
Jealousy clutching her mind in it's icy grip
The door slams shut,
Words spoken of anger and pain yelled at him.
The rest of us hiding under the blankets,
Hiding from the jealousy and the Doritos in the trash.

Without them what little is left of me would crumble
I brush my finger against the cold jagged stone, savoring the protection they provide.
I notice not for the first time the brick and mortar I have set,
Yet I'm not sure if I put them up to keep others out,
Or to keep me in.

Soft gray clouds wrap around me,
Embracing me like I've always dreamed
Brushing against my skin like a hundred butterfly kissed.

Whispers emanate from them,
Come with us, you won't have to hurt anyone anymore
Come, fly away and be free from the guilt holding you down

Looking back on all of the people whom I would leave,
A soft reminder comes in the form of a breeze,
     Remember your promises
Then fades away.

I can't leave. And not for them, for me.
Come again when my true time has come
Until then I'll learn to fly on my own.

The clouds drift away, turning darker as they go
The guilt of a thousand years falls away
Like manacles on an innocent prisoner

I may not fly with the clouds,
I might never fly,
But when I do
It will be an unburdened flight

Jeans.
The the pants worn by the hardworkers in life
The trademark of the strong-willed and country strife

Yet people look down upon those of us wearing jeans.
They're not for everyone, like me.
I'm not for everyone, but someone.

Pen to paper my heart pours out,
All of the lonely,
All of the hurt.
All of the things I've never said
And all of the things I'll do till I'm dead

Pen to paper a soul cries out,
Save me from myself for I cannot,
Save those of us with no choice but to feel what defines us.

Pen to paper a mind realizes,
We are such insignificant beasts as to darken the world around us yet nature would move on without us,
Such foul creatures as to destroy the truth and poison the pure hearted.

Pens to paper,
Collectively they groan
Weeping for the lost and the found
Weeping for reasons long forgotten.

Pens no longer to paper,
Pens fallen to the ground.