Walking around with low self esteem.
Living life as though it's a dream
Not seeing others with her eyes.
Trying to figure them out and sort their lies
But every time she loses the game
Every accident turns out the same.
Over estimating the kindness of others is her flaw
No one can figure out why she never talks about what she saw
Falling down, she is troubled by stupidity
Locked inside her brain, such thick humidity
Causing a fog that blinds her from reality
Once again she is trapped in her path
Feeling these feelings that cause such a wrath
That she feels the need to end her life
Despite her promises of leaving her knife
These feelings grow stronger everyday.
Never shown through the words she has to say.

Turn on your head
and the dance begins
think of words
toss them down on the page
feel the words in your head
for with them you can be anything
let your imagination sing
and before long
your swinging about
with all the dancing words in your head
jig move your feet
rock about.

From
Beneath
Winters
Numbing
Hold
Spring
Shall
Burst
Forth
Renewed
and
Bold