I want to believe that I will find someone to share the world
I want to have hope that I am worthy of love
Yet it seems,
As days go on,
I fall back into old beliefs.

Ghosts of lovers,
Point out my flaws
Clouding my judgment, altering the person you see.
I want to belive that you can be the difference
I want to have hope that you can love and care for me
Yet,
As the days go on,
The ideal seems absurd.

Knowledge of the challenges
Does not help us through.
I want to believe that I love you,
I want to believe that you can love me too.
Yet,
As time goes on,
It's clear to see,
You don't.

as long as everyone say what she wanted
then it was alright.
the image of perfection
i shattered it.
there was no hidding that
and she hated me for it.
it wasnt the act,
but the fact
everyone knew.
my dear mother,
she never cared.
she just needed people to see it her way.
that she was perfect in this world.
so she sent me away,
her house no longer a welcome home.
she had her perfect life.
there was no need for me.
she just needed eveeyone to see it that way.

These are the scars of battles you couldn't help me win.
Don't be afraid to ask about them,
I'm willing to share my stories to you and your kin.

I've got the eyes, that tell you I've seen more then I should.
So beautiful and blue,
The color so light, the ice melts into pools if it would.

The beatings have ended yet I still feel your hands.
I've got a past, that would make no one proud,
yet I can still find some comfort simply by putting my feet in the sand.

The desk is plastic, cold and dark.
The keys click as I type each word.
The music playing in the background, making me feel the feelings of others.
The feelings I can no longer create on my own.
I've become numb.
In a world that teaches us to do so as such a young age.
I sit here, trying to explain what has happened to me,
So that someone,
can try to understand.