If contradiction
was a meritable skill
I'd be at the top of the league.
Everything from fears
to opinions on government.
Everything about my head is
a contradiction
and no one understands.

She's beautiful,
but she doesn't see it.
She's beautiful,
But she can't see it.
These thoughts that consume her mind
Drown out every compliment
This girl ever receives.
It's sad to see.
Never has she noticed
The amount of people around her
That love and respect her.
She can't see it
And that's what sad.
The most beautiful soul
I have ever met
But she's letting these voices
Get to her head.

I can't stand it.
She can't see it.

She's so beautiful.

I think that's why therapy scares everyone;
No one likes realizing that they're ****** up.
And therapy is just raw truth being fired at you like cannon *****.
Raw truth hurts, but sometimes, it can save you and your soul.

Lucy,
Stop this senseless spinning,
We can't see you,
You're mixing in with blurry lights.

"Why don't the tummy good?
My tummy isn't good.
HEY LOOK!
I'm flying!"

We were standing on our apartment building
She thought she was soaring through those clouds
They were just holding her down.
"Higher.
Higher.
I'm flyin..."
THUMP

Poor little Lucy,
Couldn't handle her alcohol.
Maybe she was too young,
Maybe she wasn't ready.
But,
She wanted to get drunk.

She always dreamt of flying.

Nobody knows why.

"It's okay,
I'm a big girl now,
You don't have to constantly
watch what you say and do.
I've grown up alot."

"But, you're a mess...
I'm so sorry for..."
You keep choking
on your words.

I smile gently,
"It's okay, I'm fine.
This was never your fault."

I tried my hardest to reassure you
But, you cried so softly.
Once again,
You were so beautiful
when tears rolled down your face
But crying was such a rarity
For you.