If I could, I would write myself a letter
A letter full of hope and happiness
but also a warning of the pain to come

To write to the past
make memories that can never come
Hold loved ones just one more time
Stop the pain before it comes

I would be happy
my body wouldn't be scarred
but I would also be different

I wouldn't be able to stand up when hit
I wouldn't understand how fragile life can be

If I could write a letter to myself
A letter that said everything to come
I simply


wouldn't

Everyone wants to have a star fall in love with them
The fame
The spotlight
All on them now
But no one stops and thinks about the reality

Your actions are judged.
You are followed everywhere.
You are on the cover of magazines.
So people can tell what you have done right or wrong.

The only escape you will have
Are in stolen moments
Behind locked door
And the windows shut
To keep the world out

Always looking behind your shoulder.
Always on edge of who is around you
Never comfortable in the public eye

are the "Rewards" when a star falls for you

The colors spread on the canvas
Each one planed
Each one different

The brushes are a mess
and create black water as they are washed
but the canvas is different

Slowly shapes and splashes
turn into a complete image
a story through the artist's eyes

Her life is one display now
but when people ask which one she is
her answer is simple

"All of them"

Harsh and Evil
Cold and distant
Never allowing anyone to get close
Fear of pain once more
Love broke the walls
And helped shelter the heart
Soon blankets became metal
and a cage was formed around it once more
Leaving it cold and alone
Once again

Great ideas flow in the mind
but the struggle to sort them
kills some of them

Getting the ideas clear enough to explain
will **** others

Few make it to the typing phase
but those normally die quickly as well

So what idea is left after the killing is done?

Wish upon a star
Wish your problems away
Wish it to all be well

Childhood was full of hope
That adulthood could never fill
Full of disappointment
Fear of the clock counting down

Wish upon a star
wishing for anywhere
but here