We live in a world where society decides what's real
A world where you are told who you are and what you feel
If you're anorexic or you cut you're an attention *****
And they try to beat you down until you can't take anymore
Or if you get pregnant and are still a little young
They say she's probably a **** and drug addict and high strung
Not realizing that it's really not even their place
Even if it was at least have the guts to say it to someone's face
Instead of judging their live evaluate yours
Stop whispering he say and she says behind closed doors
So what if they're anorexic they're in pain
And if they cut it doesn't mean you can call them insane
Because it's not even your place to say
Shut the hell up stop acting arrogant and move out my way
You are not them you are you
You don't have a ******* clue about what they've been through

hide in the shadows, hide in the shadows
do not be seen, do not be heard
do not let them know that it is you there
they do not know that you have left your unconscious secrecy
they do not know yet that you are willing to talk
hold onto the secrets that you keep a little longer
stay out of the light

there is a light at the end of the tunnel
it is me
I am flourescent
I am the best version of myself
I  can be good
I can be bright
Just wait and see

Everyone wonders whether the glass is half empty or half full
But no one ever asks the stuff that's in the cup what it thinks
See, I can feel all of my edges, where the tension begins at my surface
I truly know
And I know that it's not really whether the glass is half empty or half full
But what you do with the stuff inside of it

I remember being a small child.
Being so full of
hopes, questions,
dreams, love,
adoration, spirit...

Heartache did not exist.
The world's harsh truths were a million miles away.

It only takes one broken promise,
one crushed heart,
just one shattered dream...
& the ugly world exposes itself
and all innocence is stolen in an instant.

These letters to friends

Could write novels

Of the relationships

Of the past

Of old enemies

and old flames

Speaking volumes

To the present

To where I am now

To who I am now

Of the irony

Of my life

Even at this very hour.

These letters to friends

Could write novels.

I shot an arrow into the sky
aimed at a fleeting invincibility
that only the acidic youth and dopamine fiends
can pierce with bitter tongues.
Freedom for the burdened
with shots among the blue
to lasso the sun that burns our eyes
and removes the shadows we know.
If you are afraid--crooked mind--
that's the allure.
I, too, have loved my demons
but they will pick my brain no longer.

Sunburst water, reflected up.
Rising above till it’s gone.
And where is it from
This potion of love.
Ponder on this
Till the autumn turns crisp,
Reflect the orange,
Send back the brightness.
Return the blues and the
Different hues.
The clean earth, the clean palate.
The clean, clean white
Rises above the kites.

Wide-eyed and goofy

a little girl,

with only

good intentions to offer.

No cares

no worries,

except what’s for lunch

or what cartoon is next.



She has no control,

she doesn’t need any.

Her smile

never leaves her face.

Her dreams

are never too big.

She’s not afraid

of what people think

or

of who’s watching.