I'm an insecure little girl,
haven't you discovered
that yet?

Every time the subject
at hand is discussed,
my stomach turns onto
itself, as if it dislikes
talking about it as much
as my heart and mind.

My silence means
I'm breaking inside,
little by little until
one day, I'm nothing
but pieces waiting
to be put back together.

If ever you care to
pick up my fragments,
burn that bridge first. Until
then, I'll be here
wanting to grow up.

The teacher drones on
about this subject and that
while my eyes, once
again drift towards the carpet.

Waves of beige and
dark colors in a seemingly random
pattern come to life.

Twisting, turning, flowing
in every direction like a
river of color spilling
all over the floor.

I'm mesmerized by this
show until suddenly I'm
called on and have to go
back to the real world,
leaving behind my entertainment
for the class.

If I lie down in
the frozen white,
will you be there
to conjure me awake
before i succumb
to the numbing peace
that entombs me

Or will I continue
to lie there,
slipping deep into
the world while
the stiffness in my
limbs steadily increases

As my thoughts wander
in and out of reality,
a warm hand caresses my
skin, lifts me up and
takes me out of the grave
I made for myself into
a haven that melts the cold
from my bones and heart

I knew you would save me.

Distract me from my
Thoughts for I can't
Bear to think them

Kiss away the many
Tears I have shed

Hug me 'til all the
Air escapes my lungs

Hold my hand and
Tell me it's all right

Simply sit here with me in
Silence, for I cannot
Stand to be alone.

The time has come
For this friendship to end.
It has had its ups,
But definitely had its downs.

You've made it hard to trust,
Made it hard to believe.

You're just a spider
And we got trapped.
Trapped in the web of lies
You've been weaving for seven years.

Sorting out fact or fiction,
It's just too many unwanted hassles.

Don't invite us to your pity party.
We won't come anyways.
But don't worry, you'll have plenty of guests.
The clueless flock to sadness
Like seagulls to fresh discarded food.

We just hope you've learned.
Rules are not meant to be broken,
Trust can only go so far,
And we are not a dime a dozen.
So good luck on the replacements.

Maybe if I sway in my
Seat a little I’ll be
Able to stay awake.
A sip of cold water from
The bottle conveniently placed
On my right could jolt me
Back for a few seconds.
Perhaps if I think of all
The things I must do today…
No, I should listen.
Listen to him explain something
I’ve already read from the
Lecture twenty minutes ago.
Could the clock tick away
Any slower?
Okay, thirty more minutes and
It’s all over. I think I can make it.
Fidgeting is doing nothing to stay aware,
Water just makes me have to go.
A little nap won’t hurt,
Right?

What does a weak
Roar do to the herd?

Nothing.

It does not scatter
Or scare.

It merely floats on
The air like a whisper
That no body's sure
If it was real or
Just in their imagination.

No amount of noise seems
To make a difference.

The Lion is still alone.

No longer in the pride
It grew up in, for reasons
Of seeming necessity.

The Lion weeps for its
Loss, knowing the tears
Won't change a thing.

Should the Lion search for
A new pride to join?

Should it fight for the old?

Or should the feline lay down
It's head and give up completely?

Time is the only one able
To decide the Lion's fate.

Until time catches up, a feeble
roar is all that can be heard.