Do you throw
your smile around
for just anything,
or only
for something outstanding?

Shroud my vision
blur my mind
tripping every step
heavy heart
but not of stone
just tarnished
not shattered
just bleeding
will I heal before
my heart shrivels

I cried in the middle of class
just because I can’t fit in
I can’t fit the mold
I’m too odd
I’m a square in a triangles place
cutting parts of me out
just to fit the mold
the pain is not the worth
the momentary reward
but what choice do I have

I miss the way
she smiled
I miss the way
she laughed
but the old me is gone
and she’s never coming back

I see the strange
beautiful, and delicate things
they are in every day life
the way branches sift and shutter
waving in harmony
how that man is smiling
when he talks to his students
the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes
turning up with his lips
the way the bags under that girls eyes
look permeant and set
the world is an orchestra
and I have only seen
a few measures

Dear victim
you aren’t useless
no matter what they said
you aren’t ugly
no matter what they screamed
you aren’t stupid
no matter how they taunted
you aren’t small
you voice matters
no matter what abuse
they screamed
whatever happened
you are not slight
they are

When we were children
we danced in imagination for hours
never having a firm grip on reality
but loosely holding some strands
no one stopped us
we ran wild
claiming the woods as our own
marking it with sitting logs
and home made paths
enduring the snow and mud
never will I forget our smultronställe