She dancingly sways,
a tree, grown old,
draped in amber, in gold.

And while the wind wracks,
her skirt holds tight
until she deems fit,
losing her gown to Jack's
choice linens of white.

Now standing,
bare, taut skin,
a woody skeleton.

Some nights, she shines so brightly
That I forget that there is a half of her I will never see
Shrouded in darkness, forever turned away from the earth

The wind blows and I go with it 
Your love flows simultaneously in an exhibit
Of heartbreaks and sounds 
In which this bond seems to be bound 

Your eyes define nothing 
But your heart defines clouds 
Of  everlasting showers, above 
Is where we will find our never-ending love

My mother tells me its not normal
To be so afraid to talk
She tells me im becoming antisocial
And we cant have a freak in our house
So just open your mouth and words will come out
Dont make me do this the hard way
social interaction is a word I fear like the devil
She takes me to parties clubs and more
Paying no attention to the white that has spread throughout my body
I raised my hand in class today
The teacher stared at me in shock, forgetting to call on me
When I opened my mouth to say the words
Nothing came
Im told to just get over it
Nobody likes an antisocial girl
I try so hard it hurts
Suddenly im shaking
My hands are clammy
My voice is air
My breathing is staggered
My head is spinning
My vision is blurry
And im told to try more
What I do isn't enough
Being quiet is unacceptable.
My mother tells me its not normal
to be so afraid to talk