I have the power to destroy a person's life.
What does that make me?

Please don't put me through this
Please don't look at me like you know

As you jump back from me disgustedly,
My words can only bring empty soliloquy,
Stapled jaw lines, & open mouths,
Mumbling I'm sorry, through cracked lips,
You wonder why I sleep with my bedroom door locked,
Don't cry over split blood on tile floors,
The clean up is easy.

Wrap your arms around each other
And sing, *even when you don't know the words

I only write when I'm lonely
Only sing when I'm alone
Only talk to
A chosen few
And I never get to moan

I don't have a muse
Aside from idleness
I don't have a home
Just temporary nests
I don't know anyone
I just think I do
Like I used to think
That I knew you

I'm lonely quite often
Even though im surrounded
I'm never content with my lovers
No matter how good they did

It's impossible not to cringe
when I hear your nails on a chalkboard voice

I'm not this emotional, depressed girl
Not a suicidal sorrowful girl either
I'm a girl who is dealing with my past
The best I can, and maybe my past isn't that bad
Maybe it's not something to dwell on
All I know is that it's affected me
And I'm dealing with it one way or another

If there's anything I've learned in the past year, it's that Normal people don't change. Normal people don't change. But then there's Abnormal people. The movers, the thinkers, the innovators, the shifters. They, unlike Normal people, see what they can become and change their lives firsthand. Normal people don't. They wallow and swallow, playing the victim to Life. False positivity crushes the Normal mind. Isn't it wonderful, being Abnormal?

I want to mark your skin blue  
I want to leave my scent on your sheets
I want to press and scratch and bleed
You've brought out my possessive side
...Who knew?