Of course you know, there's a side of me, I refuse to show. But one day, it may come out, and i'll scream kick and shout, for inside me, buried deep inside, is a beast, fighting its way out.  Of course you know, I've made mistakes, and each one give me heart aches. I sit, I reminisce, of a time, much easier than this. But each mistake, has made me stronger, kept me alive longer. Of course you know, each time I cry, I just wish someone would ask, why. But no one does. But of course you know know this, you've known all a long. so, Of course you know.

we've all heard the one about the footsteps, and never being alone. Well, forget what you were told, because we can be alone,  and that fact we forever condone, yet we never fight this. we sit and pretend to live this life in bliss, and cheer, but is it true what they say? there's a better place then here. That question will remain unanswered, for no one could live to tell tale. How do know, the world was flooded, or poor Jonah was swallowed by a whale. How do know he's watching, caring, loving? We don't, and that's the end of it. don't act all high and righteous, because you are religious, don't push it on those who think it's ridiculous, just breathe. Breath the air that either god or science gave us, not sure will someday save us, but for now all we can do, is breathe.

As i step out of the shower i looked down at my bare exposed body, i see, the stretch marks, yet i can barely see my feet, for my stomach has them beat, i see the scars, from the lies that you told me, trying to set myself free, i look in the mirror and i see, a girl who no longer knows herself, who wishes that she wouldn't show herself, in public, or they may notice, that she's not yet a novice, but instead, nothing more than just a fool. And this, is what i see

The pain, is nothing fake, and much more than most could take. The late nights, unable to sleep, leaves a wound, invisible, but deep. You know, the feelings will pass, but for now, you're just a lonely little lass. Up late at night crying, MOMMY WERE ARE YOU, MOMMY COME HOME, MOMMY I MISS YOU, I FEEL SO ALONE! But you see don't her, you don't hear her, you don't even think you know her. silence.

Why, do we have a sky, with colors all a blue? And birds , who once flew, and why, no matter what i do, my thoughts are always brought back, to you? Day after day, night after night, year after year, it's always the same thing i do hear. You should be happy, you should have moved on. when in reality, it has not been long, enough. So i ask you, why, oh why, are your standards so high?

In a world where we all have a part to play, how can a child still dream. With no dragon to slay, and no one to say, it's not as bland as it may seem. How can a child dream.