It should have been mine.
I was the one who deserved the throne, it was my birthright.

If they had given me a chance, they could have seen
what a good ruler I would be.

I was willing to overlook the past,
their constant mocking of me and the pain they caused me.

Yet they were not willing to give me a chance.
They turned me into a monster.

But at heart I was still a hero,
In my mind all I needed to do was show them that I could rule.

I had plans to help my world improve,
plans to replace the monster inside with the curious child I had once been.

The plans never made it to light,
instead I was thrown into an abyss of ice and of death.

I should have died,
I wish I had died.

My fate was worse than death,
a true monster found me and did things unheard of.

He broke my body,
and with it my mind.

I became his slave, unable to act for myself.
He controlled my body while I could only watch.

He sent me to destroy kingdoms,
instead of being a benevolent ruler I was evil in its purest form.

Eventually I was saved,
I wanted to celebrate and fix what I had done.

I never got the chance.
I was thrown out of sight, unable to share the truth of my ordeals.

Now I lay dying
after trying to save the one I once called brother.

Only now he see's me as I truly am.
Only now he remembers the curious little boy that I once was.

Only now....
Its too late.

Words,
they are the way to my heart.
To me they are more than letters arranged in patterns.
They are pathways to other worlds, a way of communication emotion,
They are beauty, power, and hope.
Without words I would be lost within my own mind,
through the written word I am able to show the world who I am and what I hope to be.

Words are my life,
and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Dauntless
an act of being brave

All we wear is black
All we think about is war.
Our dreams would be considered nightmares
to everyone else.

We used to fight for freedom,
now we fight for selfish reasons.

We are no longer Dauntless
but egoistical.

Our faction has fallen

As she ascends up into the dazzling white light
I cant help but feel a tug on my heart.
I will never be able to see my grandmother again,
never be able to hear her sweet saprano voice
raise and fall with the beat of the jellicle's.

She was the one who inspired my voice,
the one who showed me the truth.
How am i to continue without her guiding?

I itch to reach into the light and pull her back.
Back to me....
back to be grandma...
back to be Grizabella
my glamour cat

My mask, my secret,
My hope, my happiness.
My mind screams at me to turn away
To run at away from the people I do not know.

They will never…can never,
Know of the girl who dreams of beauty
Yet lives in a horror movie.
They must never realize how weak and fragile she is.

She might seem strong
Unbreakable.
Yet her soul is shattering,
Cracking into a million pieces like an eggshell.

The kindness she once saw in people is fading.
As they scorn her into a life of secrets.
Everywhere she turns she is hounded out,
Everywhere she looks she is met with hatred.

The emotionless mask she has worn for so long
Is crumbling,
Fading,
Dissolving into nothing.
All she needs is a
Knight in shining armor,
To come and rescue her from this new world.
She needs a friend.

As the heavens above receive her
Fervent prayers,
They open wide with the sound of a gentle *****
And they grant her prayers.

A friendship is formed,
Slowly and carefully.
Through beautiful things
Like music, art, and writing.

Life becomes joyous again.
New friendships are being made
Everyday,
And once again life has meaning.

The only one i can ever truly trust,
the one who has been with me through thick and thin.
The one who knows me for who I really am
and who I have to potential of being.

You may call her reckless
but to me she is passionate.

You may call her weird
but to me she is unique.

If you call her ugly
you will only make her seem more beautiful to me.

She is more than a best friend,
she is more than a sister who shares my soul.

She is my parabatai...
and our bound will never be broken.