Little lady, little bird
with your broken wings
I don't know what you heard
But I can hear you sing
And if you listen to my words
Maybe it won't sting

Locked up in a cage
Safe from the weather
Tiny little rage
With your tiny little feather
The world's your stage
Can we perform together?

Stop looking around
You won't find the key
The chains are bound
I'm not letting you free
With thorns you're crowned

Won't you stay with me?

Go to sleep and close your eyes
Dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn
You know the pain that they have borne
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right
Dream of that blood trickling down
The moonlights shining off your tears
As you bleed out your own worst fears
So tonight when you start to cry
Whisper  the  cutter's  lullaby.
Hushabye baby you're almost dead
You don't have pulse and your pillow is red
Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife it's all you need
Rockabye baby broken and scared
You didn't know life would be this hard
Time to end this pain that you hid so well
And down will come baby straight back to hell.

Tell me how to keep you
Here by my side
Tell me what I have to do
To never say goodbye

So stay with me
I'll hold you tight
I'll tangle my arms
For you in the night

Because if you stay,
I'll love you so
Even through the rain
And through the snow.

So stay because I love you,
Stay because I care,
You're everything to me,
And this I forever swear.

I am an ironic paradox of dichotomy.
I am who I am and who I am not, simultaneously.
I am a devil with a halo,
A wolf in a sheep's cloak,
crocodile shedding tears.

I am the monster you all think I am
Do not cross my path,
I am warning you.
I can destroy you,
shatter you to pieces,
break every inch of you,
and annihilate you.

But despite all these,
I know  love,
And I deserve to be loved.
I need someone to accept me as I am,
disregarding all my flaws
and imperfections.

I know deep inside, I am not the child my parents wanted.

I can tell by the way they look into my eyes, because theirs glaze over, and by the way they don't take anything I say too seriously.
I can tell by the way they ask me about my future, and when I say, "I'm not sure but," they lose interest in knowing.

I can tell when they read the newspaper and see all the successful honor students at my school, they sigh, because my name isn't printed in ink on the list.

I feel like when I talk, they don't really listen, because if they did, they would read between the lines and realize I wanted to **** myself a hundred times.

I feel like when I'm upset I can no longer show emotion, because my mother has called me lazy too many times, and my dad has shook his head once too many.

I feel like when I'm sitting on the couch when I get home from school, they are disgusted because I should be "doing something more productive". So I 'sometimes' feel like being comfortable in my own home anymore.

I feel like I have to hide away in my room, because when I'm around them we don't talk much anyways. (Except my Mom)

I feel like I'm just another tab on their bill, especially when all they talk about is how they're low on money and make it feel like it's my fault.

It's just, I think they wanted someone  more, someone better.
I think they wanted a smart kid, just like my brothers and sisters,with a great passion for life, who is nothing but happy, busy, talented, outgoing. They wanted someone who would for sure succeed more than they did in life, someone who could assure them assistance in their older years.

But  they  got  me,
the kid who has social anxieties,
the one who gets 'okay' grades,
the kid whose  sad  most of the time,
the kid who has depression,
the kid who has secretly attempted  suicide,
the kid whose just another kid,
not the kid whose  Nothing  like me...