Sometimes... I want you to burn
I want to see you burn
But just sometimes
I want to see the pain in your eyes just like you caused the pain in mine
I want to see you cry all night just like I’m crying tonight
But just sometimes
I want to see you when you laugh and then suddenly stop because you remembered you’re not allowed to be happy
I want to see you be so mad at everyone for things they didn’t do until everyone forgets about you
But just sometimes
Sometimes... I want you to burn
I want to see you burn
But sometimes I don’t
Sometimes... I want you to strive
I want you to smile and go on with your life
I want you to never want to cry or be told
you have pain in your eyes
I want to see you strive
I want to see you love yourself even though I wish you’d love me too
I want to see you out laughing with friends and I want your laugh to be real
I want to see you strive
And for what ever reason you made me want to see you burn... sometimes
I want you to get over those reasons and apologize so I could want to see you strive... all the time

I am not merely a description given by you
I am not just made of black and white
If you want to see my full colors
Don't look at me when it's dark
Wait till the lights outside
And that does not mean to
Get a flashlight and
Shine it only in the parts you want to see
Wait, why can't you just wait till you can see the full me
When you laughed and told me to leave because
I wasn't worth your time
The only reason i left was because you weren't worth mine
The thing is even when i walk by you i don't
Call you mean or just down right dumb
Because even though you might act like you are
That's not who you are
The other thing is i don't hate you
I actually want to thank you because
Without you i would still see myself as
Merely a description given by you

I’m sorry. I think it’s time for me to stop fighting.

That's the day
I realized it wasn't
A joke anymore

Who am I?
Am I the what I do
Am I the what I see
Am I the way I talk
Am I the way I seem
Am I what I want to be?
What am I defined by in this world full of mystery
They define you as different than them
As a disaster  
A bomb going to explode
A me going to implode
Who’s going to hold you when you finally get to old for them to know
Your all alone
They define you with things from the outside not knowing what lies on the inside
They look repulsed at the things that they see not knowing they there things they created
You’ve been made to there design
Yet your still too much for them to handle so they place you just far enough away so they can’t hear you but you can hear them
You become so suffocated with all these things and words to the point where even when surrounded by millions you feel alone
Your in a hole
A dark place and you can’t see
Where do I go?
Who am I?
All I want in life is to be defined for something other than the mess that I am
The mess that has been specifically fitted to me

She is the girl whom you ask who she is when a teacher calls her name
She is the girl who sits by herself at lunch
She is the girl who feels she’s a mistake
She is the girl whom you can’t see in a mirror
She is the girl whom you call the invisible man

She is the girl whom is told she is toxic
She is the girl whom has been told to be silent
She is the girl who is said to be your Imagination
She is the girl who can’t breath
She is the girl telling her self she just has to wait a few years and then she’ll be gone
She is the girl whom you call the invisible man

She is the girl who you never see cry
She is the girl who is fighting to stay alive
She is the girl who hides from the sun
She is the girl who is a broken smile
She is the girl who always lies
She is the girl whom you call the invisible man

She is the girl who can’t get the voices out of her head
She is the girl who is alone at a desk
She is the girl who doesn’t know how talk so she doesn’t
She is the girl who thinks she has no friends
She is the girl who wrote this poem
I am the girl whom you call the invisible man

I give you my permission to tell me things
But only certain things
I give you permission to tell me I’m beautiful
I give you permission to tell me I’m smart
I give you permission to tell me I’m nice
I give you permission to tell me I’m great
But i do not give you permission to tell me
I need to be fixed
I do not give you permission to tell me I don’t try
I do not give you permission to tell me I’m imperfect
Because guess what
I am
And any one who thinks otherwise is
The imperfect one
Not me

It’s a blur of reality
A sense of something there but never being able to really see it
To actually contemplate how and why and who
To know one of the wonders of the world and to also know the wonders of the individual people
Because As they walk by you see nothing,
You hear everything from laughing to crying
You start to see through the blur that has been created
They start see through the blurs they have created
We all stop seeing nothing, stop hearing everything and instead we feel, you feel...
You feel not their pain, but...the individuality and the relatability of your own

If someone falls do you hear their cries
Or do you only hear the other lies
Why they did
Why they don't
Why they so graciously lost their hope
But there's always someone who sees them fall
If you're thee, can I ask if you cared at all
Did you help when you saw them crawl
Losing their breath trying to stand tall
But wait just stop cause if you cared
Would you really let them drown in stares
Worried, sick of these words
Like grenades in a battlefield
Yet were still unheard and
You can't tell me there isn't a ring in your mind
Telling you that
This is wrong
This isn't right
This isn't how you're supposed to cope with life
You're supposed to
Reach out to the needed
Help up the hurt
Not push them down till their no longer heard
You made them to scared to be told that
They are kind
They are good
They are beautiful inside and out
Now they only hear the words of hate telling them that
They are dumb
They are weak
They are too lame to speak
You made them believe they weren't loved
They reject whoever asked if they needed a hug
And trust me, they wanted to say yes
They wanted to reach out and rest
But they were told ever since they were kids that
Word are just words
They can't crawl under your skin
What a lie
The biggest to be told
Words they metastasize, turn into mold
Keep you on hold from seeing who you are
Because,
sure you might be different
But you are who you are
And that's what should be told
So if someone falls and you hear their cries
Help them up
Before there cries metastasize