I want to feel the icy touch
Of independence
Caressing my face
Reminding me that it's not so scary
To be alone.

She zips up my mouth
She holds my arms down
She presses me firmly against the cold, hard ground
She takes over my life
She cuts my pride with a knife
And I have to smile when everyone says that she's 'nice.'

You're not just mean; you're evil.
And yes, there is a big difference.
You don't scowl, you merely smile
While you do something rotten and vile.
You don't shout; you merely whisper
And somehow everyone seems to concur.

Is it cheating
To rely on another person
To make you feel whole,
To make you feel happy
When the whole time
You should be doing that
For yourself.

I write, yet I feel empty.
I paint, yet I feel empty.
I sing, yet I feel empty.
I kiss you, and I feel something.

Can't explain it.
This strange, eerie feeling,
That I could be so much more,
But never will be.

Can you love two people
At the same time
Or is it a violation
Of your mind?