They think I'm perfect
While I'm thinking am I worth it?

I'm always hurting
They say I'm not a burden

Well my problems are hell so when I share it may hit your face
Just like the mace
Feeling I've made a mistake
Ruined another good thing

Ice burns
And I'm frozen
Frostbite
I cant feel nothing
It's better that way

Apathy by my side
Ice is my contemplate

Sad little ice cube
Your melting

What do you mean?
I cry ice cubes
Although I make it seem easy

That's all very cheesy
As the breeze blows my mind will race

Up at night I sit and think
Am I worth it?
This ice is burning.

I feel warm and fuzzy
Absolutely comfy
Still a hole in my chest
But I think it's easier to rest when I'm happy

I want my ice to melt for someone
I'm a little too frozen
And my sweetness is always waivering

Vanilla wafers and sunlight
Rainbow, Daisy's and childhood pines

But sometimes I'm in the dark
Where my feelings fall apart
Fear cripples the mind

I'm burning
Frozen in time

Hell cages me and the snow storm is raging
Trying to have patience
Success is awaiting

Bittersweet butterscotch monkeys
Butterflies and cookies
Pineapples and bunnies

The wolf is howling at the moon
Stars guide
But my solar system is unaligned

Welcome to my nightmare
The sweetest thing

Because bad holds beauty
Good and naive and the clueless

You are just a baby bird
Trying to leave the nest
Your wings are broken
And the landing was a mess

Lightening shines
Give it time
Inside there is no light
The spark in my eye...
Is a fake design
Surprise
I'm all pretend
Lies and fake friends

Halo's over horns
I'm always so indecisive
Playing pretend

I was always bad at board games
Eventually I just learned to cheat

'Cause this girl plays to win
Even when dying within

Success is what I chase
Not feelings
Boo hoo, emotional

Trace the lines
Can't keep track of time

So the mask becomes skin
The old self dies
When the lies begin

My mind is blank
But that's not always bad

The blank canvas is filled by colors
Inspired by the works of others

Dip your paint brush and make your mark
You'll be known for your actions
You could be known for your art

Wether it be writing or painting or music
Don't ever give in to doubt
The spirit within will always have color
And you are unique unlike any other

Because only you explain like you do
That's how you know it's genuine
Creativity is found within the thoughts unknown

Something that hasn't been done
Maybe a new approach

We wear this broach trying to fit in
But to stand out will give you remembrance

The cold air touched my face
And as I tried to write
I realized it wasn't right

How could I describe
What I'm feeling
When I'm simply feeling numb

There is nothing flowing from my pen
Rubbing against my thumb

I'm all out of ink
Probably because sometimes I forget I am it
And my emotions are the driving force of me