There are times,
When I want to be alone,
And it's not anyone's fault.

But even well intentioned words,
That kind touches,
Turns into static.

And it feels as though a wall
Is separating me from everything else,
Filled with mist and fog.

If Feeling and Emotion are colors,
Then this thing is Grey.
Faded. Muffled.

Not invisible,
But washed-out.

When I am in that place,
There is nowhere else, nothing but this,
And there never will be.

But eventually,
It passes.

Sometimes it takes DAYS,
Sometimes HOURS,
But the wall DISAPPEARS.

The fog melts away,
The gray pulls backwards...
And I am myself again.

I can't help but wonder
If I was made for something different
To influence someone else,
Instead of the people around me.

What if I was made for so much more
Than tearing others down.
But I just ended up
Born somewhere I wasn't meant to be.

I feel like I'm here on accident,
That the reason I don't fit in,
Is because I'm not supposed to.
I clash so much with others.

I'm fighting with myself,
And the situation I've been put in.
Frustrated, angry,
Wondering if it's fair.

If only I had been born where I was supposed to,
Miles away from here,
Interacting with different people,
To find my true potential.

Instead I'm stuck here,
In a life that I don't fit in,
Becoming a black sheep among the white,
The catalyst that makes things different.

The songs always call out to me,
And my heart always answers,
Narrowing the gap,
Between my heart and soul,
This is where the memories are made.

I always seem to connect
To the rhythms and songs,
That actions cannot express,
Finding a way to smile,
This is where the memories are made.

Somehow I find that music explains,
Everything that I find hard to,
Showing me that it's okay
To just be me,
This is where the memories are made.

It's hard to remember what people say,
It's hard to know their thoughts and feelings,
Somehow I find that what I remember most,
Is connected by the melody,
This is where memories are made.

That last song that we sang together,
Still engraved in my head,
That song that played as I walked to meet my future,
I smile when I hear it now.
This is where memories are made.

Tears falling when that song on the radio,
Reminds me exactly of you,
Remembering the moments we spent together,
When I hear your favorite song.
This is where memories are made.

I fought against the rising waves,
Trying to keep my head above the water,
Refusing to let myself drown,
I used up every ounce of will I had,
And pulled myself out of hopelessness.

I couldn't stand,
But somehow I found a way,
Lighting the darkest tunnel with light,
Painting the world with my hope,
Using the brightest colors to live my dream.

I never thought I could be broken,
Molded into the perfect tool,
To destroy others,
The same time I was destroying myself,
Turning the paintbrush into a weapon of steel.

Determination flowing in my veins,
I never thought I'd lose it all,
I started with so much,
Only to end empty-handed,
The fallen darkness too much to bear.

No way to fight the insanity,
I've pushed myself far past the limit,
My determination ****** my energy dry,
And I can no longer fight what's ahead,
I already know I've lost the war.

I find the pain in paint,
Even the simplest things can be complicated,
the most colorful things can be found colorless,
The most mended things can be called broken,
In this twisted excuse of reality.

Sometimes I think I see her,
Her distinguished face among the mass,
A ghost-like smile hovering,
Her eyes full of broken dreams,
Full of things she's afraid to say.

When I see her face,
I try to wave,
Smile,
Call out to her
But it seems every time she cannot hear me.

She is only visible for a fleeting moment,
Disappearing into her fallen world,
Her heart shattered beyond repair,
Her eyes blind to happiness,
And her ears deaf to encouragement.

Sometimes I think all she is,
Is an Illusion sent to haunt me,
Illusions played by the trick of the wind,
A game to get me scared,
A reason to tug on my heart.

Today, I saw her again,
Instead of looking away or blinking,
I stared on and waved,
And this time she waved back,
But it was a warning

She stayed there,
Staring back with her sad eyes,
Her smile matching a ghost's.
It was only then that I realized,
I was staring at a mirror.

When we are far away,
And we must never return to one another,
Remember the stars,
The moon,
For they will always shine no matter the gloom.

We see the same stars,
The same beautiful night,
But why is it that you do not treasure it?
There is only one sky,
And the stars are forever living and dying.

We have different views of the same thing,
Yet you refuse to see it from my angle,
Even though I have viewed it from yours.
The stars tonight...
Did you know they were watching both of us?

Waiting for us to move,
Waiting for you to face your problems,
Waiting for me to forgive myself,
Something that may never happen.
I know exactly what I have done.

The stars, tonight, they twinkle and glitter,
Oblivious to the reason for which I am silent.
Under their gazes, crystal tears have formed,
Falling from my blue eyes.
I am broken, and there is no way to fix me.

It was darkness that held me,
When light was away.