sometimes it feels like my mouth is stitched shut
maybe to prevent me from saying the wrong thing?
but when the stitches fray
and im allowed the luxury of voice
it seems like wrong is the only language I know

Dear society,

I have no "thigh gap"
nor any desire to wear makeup,
but I am still as beautiful
as the cover model on the
Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.

Make sure to include me in the next issue.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

A sad truth...
                             Sometimes people don't let love in -
       (an even sadder truth)
                                                                 *because they think they don't deserve it...

Can you really see everything?
If I laid myself in front of you, would you know?
Could you reach out to grab my heart,
Or only grasp what was meant to be shown?

Can you really see everything?
If I stood beside you, could you tell?
Could you place your tender hands upon mine,
Or only cover what wasn’t hidden well?  

Can you really see everything?
If I presented my last breath to you, would you grieve?
Is everything shown before you what must be true,
Or is that what the world wants you to believe.

In the dark, we are all nothing.
What once had an identity, now only what remains.
We are only something when the light chooses to show us,  
Without it, we are just part of the unknown, we are all the same.

So tell me now, can you really see everything?