If I were to be a day,
It would be overcast
And I'm not even sure that light
Would come, or ever last. 

If I were to be a breath,
I would be shallow
Hard to take, hard to keep
From a chest too hollow. 

If I were to be a heart,
I would be almost whole
Except for the time I let it sit out
And you pinpricked a hole. 

If I were to be a house,
I'd have an iron-bound door
Nothing would enter without my say
And I wouldn't go out anymore. 

If I were to be a song,
You'd never hear my words
They'd be in a language you don't know
The language of hurt.

Honestly. Just stop.
Mock me one more time, and boy,
I will slap you. Hard.

Mirrors are just glass
And my dear ,
You are so much more than that.

Run
You must
Just keep going
You have a chance
Get out while you can!
Don't slow down yet
Don't look back
Don't stop
Run.

You ask what I am afraid of
But the truth is, that's just it
I'm afraid to tell you my secrets
And that, I am afraid to admit.

It's 2:30, sir
And I cannot fall asleep
Why can't I? Tell me.

There is a certain apathy
That arrives at two AM;
I don't care what tomorrow is
I just want some REM.

I spent the last half hour
Looking up names of fears.
Fourteen I named mine, but
I'm afraid to tell my peers.