You and I,
We are merely specks.
Specks of nothingness.

This world
Has two kinds of people.
People who are
Everything to Everyone.
And people who are
Nothingness and Nonexistent.
My friend,
I tell you once more,
We are the second kind.

You and I,
We are merely specks.
Specks of nonexistent
Dust.

Reality is not what I see
I know this.
Yet, I believe what comes before me
What my eyes scan.
I know it is merely my mind
Playing tricks
It wants to fool me
And laugh while I struggle through the images.
I know this.
Yet, I do nothing to change it.
My insanity is my escape
It is my way out of reality
Out of my repetitive excuse of life
And I feel sane in the world of the insane
I know my world is a paradox
Yet, I never want to leave it.
I anticipate that without me
It will begin to die away.
My world of insanity
Of my escape.

It's described as suffering
Distress.
Some people don't know what it means
To feel pain.
Its not a graze on the knee
Or a broken arm.
Pain is . . .
Well, it's much more than that.
It's when you hurt so much that it's impossible to stand.
When you can't talk without
People hearing your voice tremble
Or seeing your lips quiver.
I'm in pain.
Because I loved him.
I loved him.
I did, and now he's gone.
And I hurt,
I hurt more than I thought it was possible to hurt.
This is true pain.

I see
Squirrels
Filling their mouths
With nuts,
And scampering to
Their tree to
Hide them,
Store them away for winter.
Deep in the
Woods,
Bears begin to hibernate.
Near the river,
Beavers are putting
The finishing touches
Onto their dam.
All for the coming winter.
Me?
I have all
I need
To keep me
Company.
I have my
Cozy, warm bed.
A cup of
Hot chocolate or tea.
And last but not least,
My books.

They are said
To be
Just whitness in
The sky.
That's not how
I see them.
To me,
They are
White fluffs of
Cotton candy
That bring me
The wetness of
Rain.
To me,
They are
Images that move.
Shift.
That bring me
The clash of
Thunder.
To me,
They are
What makes looking
At the sky worthit.
'Cause without
Those cotton *****.
There is only
A ceiling of
Blue.
To me,
They are
The
Sky.

Imagination.
What is it,
But the *mind's
Ability to
*Create.

They keep me up
All night.
'Cause I can't help
But wonder
What the golden rising sun
Brings me tomorrow .
What will be awaiting me?
I do not know.
And that's when
The worrying begins.
Will I lose someone I love?
Will I be strong enough to get through?
Will I be able to see the shining constellation of stars?
Will I be able to walk to my favorite spot near the river?
Will I be able to say I love you?
Will I be able to hear the sounds of nature?
That's when I
Realize,
Will I rise to a tomorrow?

I
Wear
A
Mask
Of
Lies.

I am not
The person
You think I am.

I am not that
Joyous, radiant
Girl.

Nor am I that
Playful, vigorous
Girl.

Nor am I that girl
Who laughed at every joke
Ever told.

I am but the girl
Behind those masks.

The girl
Hidden
Deep within.

I am but the girl
Who is
Weak.

Who lets the
Agonizing pain
Tear her apart.

Limb
By
Limb.

Who is
Full of secrets.

Secrets no other
Knows.

Secrets that threaten
The existence
Of
Me.

Life.

So
Fragile.

So
Frail.

I am but the girl
Who hides
Behind
A
Mask
Of
Lies.

I hold them
In my hands
Only to treasure them
Always.

They are but
The life of me.
They are but
The life of me.

Nothing more,
Nothing less.

I open them
Only to see
Words of
Beauty.

I sniff them
Only to detect
The fragrance
Only they
Behold.

They are but
The life of me.
They are but
The life of me.

Nothing more,
Nothing less.

Yet,
What I charish
Most of all.

The radiant energy
Of what lies
Within.

The thrilling sensation
Of what lies
Within.

They are but
The life of me.
They are but
The life of me.

Nothing more,
Nothing less.

Freedom
Means
The power  
Or right
              To act,              
Speak,
                               Or think                                
As one wants
                    Without                      
Restraint.
Freedom is being
Able to soar
In the sky
With the wind
Blowing in your face
Without having your wings tied.
Freedom
Is what we don't have enough of
In this world.

Perfect?
No.
Not me.
I'm not afraid
To admit it.
I'm not like
The others.
I don't prance around
Telling everyone
I'm better than them.
It's not my place.
It never will be.
I accept
Being surpassed by others.
Who am I
To judge people?
Nobody.
Perfect?
Nope.
Not this girl.
I'm not some
Straight A student.
I'm not some
Proper princess either.
I may not be
Perfect.
But at least
I speak the truth,
Even when my
Voice trembles.
I am who I am.
You don't like it?
Not my problem.
I accept
Not being the popular kid.
I accept
Not being liked by everyone.
I can be
The ripest most juciest
Peach in the basket.
But I know
There will always be somone
Who doesn't like peaches.
I can't stop things
Like that.
I have flaws.
That is the way it is.
I may not be
Perfect.
But I try
The very best I can
To be
Me.

I got nobody
To see
What I'm going through.
I got nobody
To hear
My cries of pain.
I got nobody's
Shoulder to
Cry on.
I got nobody
To love.
I got nobody
To  be
Loved by.
Somebody
I need you
Now,
More then ever.
'Cause I got nobody
To care for.
Nobody.
I got nobody.
I need somebody,
I need somebody.
Not just anybody.
I need somebody
Who'll be willing
To take me in.
To share my problems.
To be by my side every step of the way.
To love me.
I need somebody.
Not just anybody.
I need somebody.
Somehow,
Somewhere,
Sombody.

You and I forever
As we walk
Hand in hand
By the beach,
Barefoot
In the sand,
I know
Nothing will drive us apart.
Because
It's
You and I forever
Against the world.
As we splash
In the cold water,
I know
We will be forever
At each others side.
You
Are my path.
You
lead my way,
Into the darkness,
Away from the sourness
Of the world.
You
Are my guide.
Because
It's
You and I forever.
And
Ever.

Life is but
A because.
Nothing in this universe
Is without
A because.
Everything ,
From the sky
To the ground.
From a rock
To a seed.
From an ocean
To its wave.
From a beach
To a grain of sand ,
Has
A
Because.
From
Me to you.
Everything in nature ,
Lies behind
A
Because.