Sometimes when I’m walking through the house,
A face floats up from the shadows, scaring me.
I pause and turn, looking at this other girl.
Who is this girl, this girl I keep seeing?
Who is this girl, this girl who keeps following me?
She seems familiar, somehow, almost as though
I knew her at some point in the past.
I raise a hand to touch her face, her cheek.
The girl does the same to me, reaches up and out—
Both both our hands reach only cold glass.
Is it really only me? Only my cold reflection?
But that’s not what I look like—
That’s not who I am—or perceive myself to be
On the inside, beyond flesh, muscle, and blood.
This person is a stranger to me, and I to her.
So why is her face on me, I in her body?
Why must I live a stranger, when it’s only me inside?

I am stuck
Returning
Still sitting and
Burning
Flipping over yearning
Turning
Sides with the tide
Learning
To keep my head on straight

With your absence
Brings frequent gloom
Nothing that you said
Seems to escape my head
The words they bounce
Just as buoyant as ever
You can never be mine
But my ties will never sever
What we were

Adjusting every day
As my belt begins to loosen
Losing weight and gaining bad thoughts
All the while you still linger
At the forefront of my mind
You say ****** things
And then tell me that you're mine
I guess that's just the way I like it
Even though I think I hate it
Someone needs to save me
From these masochistic ways
I'm just gritting teeth and hoping
This is just a phase

I saw her light fading
Through veiled window shades
That unbelievable glow
Kills everything else the Earth made
I don't know where she came from
Heaven, Hell or in-between
All I know is that what she does
Is shock me, thrill me, rope me up and **** me

The genesis of such a creature
Is a mystery to me
Did she crawl out of a hole
And sprout like a flower?
Or was she always there
Will she always be as beautiful as she is now?
I know something like that
Is in the eye of the ******
But how could you refuse to admit
That this thing is special?
That it's not normal?
That you've never seen such witchcraft?

I find solace
In that thoughts are imaginary
Fever dreams
Nothing much to them
Until you act

That line that exists
Between your mind's tellings
And your mouth's doings
Is a beautiful thing
It's what I hang my hat on each day

And then there's that thing

Life
It's a weird one
An old, odd friend
Who you don't know whether to kiss
Or to lure into a back alley
Intent on cutting their belly open
To see what falls out

I guess,
Maybe,
I chose you.
I did not simply
Let you in.
I ushered
And pushed
And forced you
To fill the empty
Space.
Left by others.
Forgotten others.
Now,
The bars on
My heart
Are strong.
They leave
The remembered
In sight
But too far
To touch.
Because you
Have filled
Space left.
But still it remains
Empty space.

i am the girl who is afraid to show how she truly feels. the girl who doesn't want to be treated different just because she is different. the one who wants to make her own decisions. the girl who doesnt want her life to be controlled by people that don't even care, she doesn't want people telling her what she can or can't do. she doesn't like how people changed her into something she hates to look at. she doesn't want people to notice her for what she's not. I'm the girl who is right even when she's wrong. the girl who is never invited to anything, and the girl who no one showed up to hers. the girl who cries herself to sleep at night, because no one likes her and everyone hates her. the girl who doesn't want to be treated like a girl but wants to be loved like one. the girl who loves the heck out of animals (snakes included), the girl that loves to sing and dance even though she knows that she's no good. the girl that her life is In poem writing and songs. the girl who loves her family, friends even her enemies. she may not love herself, but she loves everyone else(exspeacily everyone who is supporting me on hello poetry.) and doesn't want to be changed again, she wants to go back to the way she was:
crazy
        talented
                     funny
                              exiting
                                        fun
                                              childish
                                                           freindly                                                                            
                                                                       kind
                                                                               happy
                                                                                         joyful
                                                                                                  loving
                                                                                                            dorky
                                                                                                                    imagative
                                                                                                                                    a kid
I JUST WANT TO BE ME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When he puts his mask on he's nice and caring
he will ask you how you are and offer his advice at any time
his mask is soft and warm
he will be generous
he will kiss you
he will know everything about you
he will buy you things
he will be romantic
and you will think he actually loves you
but don't fall for it
for his mask
he's not really like that
not at all
under that mask is something completely different all together
he will spit
he will growl
he will lie
his face is sharp and defined
he will reject you and point out your faults
he will use you
he will abuse you
so watch out for him
because he is out there
waiting
for his next lover