Oh
            how we try                          
                                  with feeble hands      
        to keep everything
                                       our broken minds                    
     from falling apart

If you want to save the world
Prepare for just bad news
You can not save the heartless and cruel
You can not change the unwaverable

You can not convince those who refuse to see.
You can not help those who do not ask
Your love means nothing to those who don't love you back

Prepare for utter disappointment
For it is not a 'you give and you take' it is a 'you give and they get'
There is no balance to them
No yin and yang
No give and take
Only get and take
And a sweet, innocent personality to fake

But it's all an illusion
You mean nothing to them
You keep wasting hours and hours
Doting on them, but only giving them more power
Power over you that gets to their head
An infectious disease

They now hold everything over you, and all you can do is plead.
Plead for them to stop
Plead for them to let this drop
Plead for them to leave you alone
You wanted to help, not feel hate like you’ve never known.

How were you to know this hate existed?
You’d grown up in a world where people always listened.
This is completely new to you
These collective hateful, restricting, and narrow minded views

You wanted to save the world.
But the world didn’t want to be saved by you.

sometimes
when i look in the mirror
i see something
beautiful

but
when i look again
it's gone

rotten flowers spill from her mouth
but her smile makes them look beautiful
"her words, she doesn't mean them" i mutter
grabbing the flowers by the handful
she says her fragile wings lay upon me
but they are iron shackles tightening on my wrist
she acts like she has nothing to lose
but has everything within her midst

You are my saving grace
duct tape
the medicine that helps me bear the pain of stitching my soul
You are the teacher
with the most important lesson
how to become strong again
You draw me in
with conversations of fictional lives
that are just as important as our own
We share pieces of our souls through
hardcovers and paperbacks
in a way that makes me feel whole
repaired
less like shattered glass and more of a mosiac
Saving grace
the three syllable manifestation of
healing
                          and
                                                  happiness