I am a Cancer,
Yet also a Leo.
What they call me,
A cusp.

I am the moon,
And the sun.
The mother,
And the father.
The introvert,
And the extrovert.
The dark,
And the light.

How does one cope with being,
The inbetween,
The balance,
The contradictory?

My parents warned me,
"Don't you ever talk to strangers, especially online."
Well, I suppose I did not listen.
However, that decision,
Was the best I've ever made.

Tell me,
How is it that people are kinder here than face-to-face,
In the "real world."?
I met great friends,
Friends that accept me,
Friends that appreciate me,
Friends that love me.

So why would they warn us not to do this?
With wisdom, you know who not to trust,
With common sense, you know what not to do,
With common sense, you know what not to post.

Oh yes, that is correct...
Sense is not common anymore.
There are still liars,
Hunters,
Predators.

And parents wonder "What if?"
They run into one,
They talk to one,
They reveal everything to one?

There is a small chance,
But it remains there,
It is sempiternal, that fact.
And around that universal rule,
You learn.

A young woman looks in the mirror,
And another young woman looks back.
Is it really her?
Her motions reflect reality,
But her appearance reflects her tragedy,
Her burden she must carry.
Is she thin enough,
Curvy enough?
Does she have a large enough chest,
A pretty face,
A dazzling smile?
The reflection will often tell her no,
And she will believe the reflection she sees,
Even if others show her the light of true self.
She will believe what she desires to.

They call me austere,
Silent,
Judging,
Cold.
They call me loquacious,
Ebullient,
Bubbly,
Imaginative.
They call me vicious,
Solid,
Frozen,
Harmful.
They call me beguiling,
Beautiful,
Chimerical,
Quiescent.
I say I am aberrant,
Different,
Decent,
Unknown.
What truthfully am I?

Why would it seem that all the villains,
Are the most misunderstood?
One is never born simply 'evil'
They just grew up with problems,
Problems everyone else can get.
You never see problems with heroes,
Perhaps because they've come to just hide them better.
We should show care to everyone,
So no soul is left neglected,
As many are.
Then there would be no villains,
Then there would be no heroes,
Then there would be only people.
Like you and I.

Snowflakes fall and the world goes silent.
"Winter is coming, Winter has come."
People and children rush to windows,
In amusement and fear.
"It's so beautiful."
The white comes down and covers everything,
Our world is stained white.
It is frightening.
Curious hands open doors,
Then fall into Winter.

There are billions of colors in this world,
Some we cannot even put a name to.
It is with those colors that we paint our canvas of life.
Everyone creates a different painting,
Even if the colors are the same.
Do you have the bright blue of the summer sky?
Or perhaps a professional gray?
There are colors for what we do, what we think.
Though the colors we cannot explain,
Are the ones that can be anything we feel.
What color is love, pain, anger?
That is where the art gets unique,
As nobody can agree on the meaning.