In this fast-paced world
where I was burning out,
you dimmed all the lights
just so I could see
I could still shine bright.

I don't tell you how I feel
Because you show me how you feel everytime I give my two sense.
I can't be blunt because then I'm not being Amber
Being Amber is letting others walk over my path
Not standing up rather just sitting down
Being Amber is being able to swallow someone else's criticism but not being able to spit out my own without starting  a war.
I have thoughts and feelings too
I hide behind them
Because if I were to speak
I'd become the bully.
Because it's not the Amber thing to do.

Our doubts are already forming a library
with thousands of books rising high above the wall

July 3rd, 2016
10:42 pm

I can hear
fireworks
going off somewhere
in my town

And I wish
as each firework
explodes
and as they
give out  bursts
of sound
that they are instead a gun
putting holes
through my chest
head
stomach
anywhere
to relieve me
of the pain of living