It's a sad thing
To be around so many people
And still not feel
As if any of them care for you

It's a sad thing
To see them laugh and love
And still not have
Enough love and laughter

Left for you

Abusing his kindness
Is like giving a child a kite
Then cutting the string

Your actions and words can be manipulated by others
Your body can be told to do things you'd never wish it to
Souls can be corrupted and minds can be harshly invaded
Memories can be twisted and forgotten, faded and changed
Even our emotions can be controlled by another living being

The only thing in the world you truly own is the truth

It's so weird how speaking for a certain amount of time or to a certain amount of people is an accomplishment to me
Sometimes it feels like I have a limit to the amount of words I'm allowed to speak
As if I don't have the right to voice the endless thoughts flowing in my mind
I love to make people smile
To make others not feel alone
But I'm so quiet that I often make others uncomfortable
If I only gave myself back the right to speak
People would hate me for my noise
Instead I hate myself for my silence

I feel mute sometimes
I've gone days, even weeks without saying a word
It never used to bother me
Being left alone to observe others
But I'm tired of living as a spectator
It feels like I was casted as an extra for my own life
I know that it's not right
But what can I do
As I stand alone outside this snow globe world
I wish I could pick up a hammer
Shatter the barrier
But I know I could never do it

I'd feel pity for the broken glass

My biggest form of shame
Is how often I give up on today
How soon I dread tomorrow
I feel guilt in my weakness

The present is a gift I can't open

A light within the dark
Sings a song inside my heart
A sound to fill the silence

The way he glows
You'd think the sun was in his veins