the monster that people say I am
is nothing but parts of them
they built over me
their gullible blank space

I want to ride the sky,
make believe
the stars are closing in on me,
and in so doing
become as them.

The glow from me,
a night light to some
off-world pier,
where children read
their storybooks untroubled.

An overhead visitor
to their lovely soul's dying wish,
the centrifugal force
keeping amusement park days
aligned with one another.

A tunnel at the end of the light,
cave of sweet
innocent dreams,
from which streams
of merry laughter emerge.

I wonder if they don't see our efforts.
Just because we don't show our tears
Doesn't mean, that we have none

I wonder what they'd think of us, if we stopped lying...
They wouldn't know, that the truth will tear them apart.

I wonder what they'd do, if we stop loving them?
Would they be relieved, or would they cry??

I wonder if they'd cry after seeing our tears.
But you know...

Boys cry too!! We just smile better.

listening to your dreams
it's inspiring
heart lifting
you're too good for me
it's intimidating
heart breaking

Close your eyes
Take the butterflies
And wish upon a star


Make it big
Or make it small
Don't yell it out to all


If you do,
The stars will coo
Your wish has not come true


It will come
If good, not bad
So please don't be sad

Most days
I feel
like a puzzle piece
That was put in the wrong box
No matter how hard
I try to fit in
I will never
Fit in with the other
Pieces