Forced sentiments,
Faked smiles,
There are many black coal mines,
Don't cry dear,
That's not brave ones choice.
Lurk those scars,
For the false pride.
Raspy barks,
The world is dark,
Save your wings,
Don't fly,
Make your choices,
Accordingly,
Maybe that right,
Is wrong for society.
The whole teen's gone,
In this perilous cry,
Leaving these taught's behind,
I don't want my whole life to be a LIE.

Did I love me ?
I longed for me ‘
Within strangers
Who weaved in hate  ‘
did I love me ‘
Wrath me
When all I had was me
Neglect me
Burden me
At the end it’s me

When pain becomes unbearable, death becomes a bearable option.

My name is Taylor and I have a tooth that tucks behind one of my front teeth.

I say this as my first sentence because when I look at myself in the mirror and smile, that is the first thing I notice.

But a compliment I've heard more times than once, "You have a beautiful smile."

I  wonder how many things in life are like that...

Qualities or characteristics that people agonize over are the very things that others appreciate and admire.

Mortal  to my  thoughts,
broken by the eyes of the world,
the warmth in my heart hides from her cold breath.

treading softly, so that I don't awaken her judgemental tongue
I've lost step to what makes me happy,
Just to keep her quiet.

I’m angry with the people who diseased my brain
I’m angry with myself for being weaker than the pain

One bright day,
I heard her say,
That paved road is not your way.
Those conjuring delights just split away
The moment you realise,
That's not your way.
Though obsessions fade, Desires stay,
Which will eventually clear your way.
Intoxicated comfort is no longer hay,
Sweat, intuition and passion,
Will find my way.