A fool I have become through the eyes of others
observing how I am easily replaced.
You can deny and believe it the truth,
but they can see what you do not.

Like an old tattered slipper, I have been tossed aside;
with no concern of the hurt inflicted.
Preferred at one time, but now collecting dust;
you acquired another with cushion aplenty.

Quiet footsteps getting louder
"he is coming for me; he did not forget."
The blow of disappointment hitting hard
as I feel the breeze of his passing hand.

Years of adjustments for the accurate fit
"did he not see how we conformed as one?"
Every bump and every curve
I cushioned his walk with every step.

Unwanted and worthless in your eyes
I was carelessly thrown out into the garbage,
sinking deeper as the heaviness grows
a sudden tug pulling me from the heap.

Ragged and frayed upon the surface
what is seen underneath is greatly appreciated.
What you threw away was obtained by another;
the warmth still delivered on a frosty night.

Did you indeed perish
or just desirous thinking?
Has my mind wantonly provoked me
to believe it genuine?

Awakened by the echo of an uncertain scream
as my nightmare surrounds the darkness,
a menacing presence the terror is paralyzing;
is this a dream or actuality?

The panic is suffocating my ability to react;
my impulse is eager to vanish from sight.
Trapped in my nightmare without an escape,
melted into the shadows of a forgotten moment.

In my subconscious, why do you haunt?
With each visit, I flourish sharper.
You ripped the innocence from my soul,
but I held firmly to my spirit; of that you could not steal.

Blindly ****** into creation
settled inside a strangers' arms
moments later cuddled and warm;
unaware of the wickedness to come.

Not able to recognize
the beast at a glance,
he wore a cunning disguise;
that concealed his existence.

Loved by many who did not notice;
feared by all with his venomous stare.
Why was I the only to see
the monster residing behind the flesh?

Sleep is an illusion that I must not succumb;
for if my eyes fall he will emerge.
A towering nightmare that hovers above,
I cannot scream; for destruction would follow.

Numbing the ache that is possessing your core
finding false comfort in a liquid abyss.
Desperately trying to hold onto stability
as each puncture draws you closer to death.

Spiraling uncontrollably into a private realm
crumbling the walls of your existence
with determination, you gather the rubble
and try to build a new structure.

Your demons tucked away just below the surface
looking for the next opportunity to come forth
one wrong decision could reverse the course,
and all your struggles would be for naught.

You are on a roller coaster heading uphill
suddenly the track plummets; and all is lost.
Restore the track in a new direction
and leave behind the old passengers.

Search deep for the cause of your distress
to calm the monsters within.
Be proud of today and all you have accomplished;
do not dwell on what is past.

A comforting shoulder to rest upon;
to absorb the trickle of sadness.
Encouraging words to ease your struggles;
a loyal friend you will have in me.

I will get you to smile
forming a tickle in your chest.
Releasing a soft chuckle;
causing the laughter to explode.

I see the good qualities in everyone I meet
in addition, never ignore what I see beneath.
I do not judge on one's appearance
for each imperfection has a story.

I must admit that I am a perfectionist
rewarding at times, but also frustrating.
My passions are to draw and pen my words
getting lost in creative stimulant.

Peering through the eyes
that once sparkled;
now weeping with sorrow
turning to ice.

With each teardrop
flowing within;
becoming emotionally numb
I slowly die.

Emotions drained
forever lost;
I exist no more
inside I am dead.

I glance at you
through new eyes;
and see the truth
that cannot be denied.

It is difficult to express emotion;
to society, I appear standoffish.
I keep my feelings locked securely;
they are safer in a bottle.

Whether to comfort a friend with soothing words
or partake in cries of delight,
weak and bruised with invisible scars
strangled by fear; my emotions continue to hide.

Frequently with the crack of a smile, the lid is ajar.
As an emotion slowly rises over the edge
other emotions start to rush to the surface,
I mentally take hold; firmly tightening the cover.

A gentle hand is needed
to loosen the temporary shelter.
Someday I hope to open that bottle
and let the emotions flow.