I feel a great guilt
When I think to myself
She is the worst.
I know deep down, she does love me
At least more than she should
I’m the one who tells her she’s not being fair
I’m the one who says she’s the worst
For loving all of her kids, except me
For giving more attention to the others
For wrecking my whole life
So many times over
Sometimes it feels like she doesn’t see me anymore
Like she doesn’t think I’m as smart as everyone tells me I am
So I deny their complements, because if she can’t see it, then it’s not there
And then I complain
I focus on all the things she does that make me feel so sad inside
I can’t see that she’s trying to help me
Out of worry
I take note that she never says I love you just because
It’s only when she thinks I need it, or when she knows I’m upset with her
I see that all she wants is to be liked
But really she’s trying to be there for me when I need it
I feel a great guilt
When I think to myself
She is the worst.
But she’s trying
And she does love me
More than she should
Because in all honesty
I am the worst
Please forgive my guilt.

Thousands of hearts are strung on the wall
I grab your hand and jump off the cliff
Taking the Great Fall
Landing in the cool waters below
Submerging us in love

Fair-Haired Hero
With graceful motions
You are a bird without wings
Dancing in the meadows
With daisy chains
Just as the sun is setting
And the beautiful light
Hits your gorgeous red hair
Making elegant flames dance
You are a Fair-Haired Hero

Fair-Haired Hero
Sweet as candy
Baby little girl
So loved and cherished
What a beautiful girl you’ll grow up to be
Caring and passionate
Welcoming to almost everyone
The hugs you give are told to grow smiles
The kisses you blow said to be magical
You are a Fair-Haired Hero

Fair-Haired Hero
I watch from afar
As you dance and glide
While the sunlight makes your red hair seem aglow
I’m the only one you don’t seem to be welcoming to
It’s me who you always frown at, never hug, and never blow your sweet kisses to
And it hurts my feelings until I see you dancing in  the sunlight
I see your strength and your power
You are my Fair-Haired Hero.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The melody is sweet,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Cinnamon is brown,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
The term is long,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Waters are calm,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Weather is warm,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Your relationship is rewarding,
And so is your smile.

A daisy is beautiful,
Just like you.

You and Me
Me and You
Infinitely
Universally

Umm...
Undermining
My
Mind
Dot of the unsure
Dot of the lies
Dot of the worry

Not sure whether to raise my hand or not.
I know the answer, but...
Flashing memories
Of all the name calling
Of all the crying
Of all “I’m fine”s
When really I’m not.

Not sure whether to tell the truth or not.
I know what I feel, but…
Flashing memories
Of all the screaming
Of all the hiding
Of all the “I feel good”s
When really I don’t.

Not sure whether to show the pain or not.
I know where the pain is coming from, but…
Flashing memories
Of all the fake worried faces
Of all the anxiety attacks
Of all the “I’m okay”s
When really I’m not.

Umm…
Undermining
My
Mind
Dot of the unsure
Dot of the lies
Dot of the worry

A line of 100 little girls on the shore
All have a heart that’s torn
Fighting their own civil war
But don’t know what their standing for

Some are fighting for affection
Maybe a few stand for perfection
A load trying to make corrections
One or two just hate their inner reflection

A line of 100 little girls all cry and bawl
All cut from the same shawl
Broken pieces of the same doll
Bricks from the same wall

Some are tattered
Maybe a few are shattered
A load feeling splattered
One or two are completely battered

A line of 100 little girls all broken
Feeling chosen
Until their hearts feel stolen
Crashing from the same moment.

Some are there because they were bad
Maybe a few are there because they were sad
A load that felt mad
One or two felt glad

A line of 100 little girls with stones above their head
They’re all dead
They’ve gone to bed
More to come, just hanging by a thread

Some couldn’t hold on
Maybe a few just wanted to be gone
A load that didn’t want to see another dawn
One or two were just withdrawn

A line of 100 little girls’ graves
Stuck in my heart’s darkest caves
Chaining my limbs like slaves
Let me drown in the crashing waves.