If you could read my mind,
you'd want to hold it close to
your heart.
Your clutch would keep it warm
and you would forget the universe as your
tears would be clear enough for you
to look back into my eyes.
See me standing there not upset at all for what I do.
Perhaps I don't know how to express my
feelings of the many of us together.
Whether I'm sad when I am ignored by you for my ideas,
Or happy that you can understand me,
something in me gets released and thrown
into a swarm of dragon flies just trying to
make peace by being there but only create
chaos in Hell's point of view.

If you could read my mind,
I dare say you would be upset with yourselves.
Only the ones with great sympathy and who
think of me will want me to exist more in
their mind.
Let's turn that into
existing
with no shame
or
consequences in the great world we fell into and here we met.

If you could read my mind,
you would not be the same for a day.
I expect you to get up in the morning,
and wear something that is not to impress but to speak from the outside.
Once you saw the pictures and words in my mind of us,
You might then
understand.

I had my fun,
I had a life,
I had places to be,
I was soon to be
a wife.

I have no fun,
I need to be needed,
I wish for a place to be,
whatever the future holds,
I'll meet it.

There will be fun,
someone will invite me,
I'll be happy in
my place,
I will grow up and
not live based off of
what saddens me.

The past is gone,
there is excitement lit
in me for what I
will shine in the
future.
I think I'm in Hell,
but really this is
Human Nature.

Perhaps I am the seasoning of your
bread on the plate.
You drizzle me on and  I make the day
better.
Once you are gone like the bread eaten
alive
I am pushed back to the corner of the
table
in my glass jar kept away from
all.
So does this mean I am just an
entertaining
portion of the meal?
All you want from me is
my beauty to walk beside
in the streets of the village?
Live the day with or without
me.
You are not a dish to be eaten
and I am not your
olive oil.
I may not run all over you but
I am not living alone in a
jar.

People can stab me as many times as they need
right in my heart with a blade of name calling and insults related to my baggage they can see that is not in my hand being held by my choice.
Today I live and not even a blade of insulting names or bullets of jokes that tease for what I can't change does not **** me.
Nobody brings me down.
They always try to take my hand and pull me down.
I just let go.
That's all we need.