I have lung made of paper bags
                                                            ­                      and a spine made of glass.
I spend my life walking on thin ice,
                                                            ­                 knowing that if I slip I will break.
I can't walk with great posture,
                                                        ­                because the weight on my shoulders.
My mind is full of cliche metaphors
                                                       ­                 and clouded with the stress of living.
The more I panic and my breathing increases,
                                                   the­ more my paper bags start to strain and crinkle.
The more I walk around with the weight I try to carry,
                                                          ­       the risk of shattering my glass spine rises.
My eyes are closed,
                                                 and my hands are ***** from trying to dig myself up.
To stop my lungs from straining,
                                                                    I stop myself from breathing.
To lessen the risk of my spine breaking,
                                                               I lay in bed and never move around.

I counted
the pitter-patter
of incessant drops
on my tin roof
and at once,
had a revelation of you,
you crying
and praying
for a true love
to come back
your way.

I just want to be held,
feel my breath escape me,
the earth tremble,
and my soul melt
inside
of your universe.

Broken Pieces and Broken Bones
Blood of red and blood of gold
I've been born from wars and wars
And found a home of peace and cold

I am suppressed but not oppressed
Dressed to Impress
Put on a pedestal
Yes, since I have fallen
Much like the ancestors before myself

My name is S.A.R.A
4 letters that I have not yet to live up to
It reminds me of my mother as she opens up her arms
Reminds me of my father as he tries to be stern
2 vowels, 2 consonants
2 different sides
That you have not yet heard
So please, don't only judge me on one.

Broken pieces and Broken bones
Betraying my heart and lungs my
Brain cannot think my
Body will not move I am
Beside myself in grief and
Behind myself in hope I
Believe I can take one last
Breath
Before I
Bow down in defeat

I think what I'm trying to say is
I am someone I should appreciate
Be happy to be
I am my nationality
Made of my experiences
And all of my abnormalities
You will never know the full extent of
My inexperienced life
Because you did what I asked to
Please not do
And Judged.

How
     small
           do
               I
                 have
                      to
                        be
                          before
                               you
                                  love
                                      me?