Things change too fast, or I don't change fast enough.
Time flies by when I haven't even grown my wings.
There are things that are not how they used to be.
They are not how I want them to be.
They are not how I need them to be.
People leave while I am still hanging on;
thread by thread they cut themselves away.
I too am cut in the process.
People are running and I
am falling, drowning, breaking,
stuck in the landslide of
too many failed relationships
and too many successful lies.
There is a time and a place for everything,
and I fear that I have no time or place anymore.

There is, at least in my mind,
Some sort of expectation for the children of the forsaken world.
That someday, we should be the ones to bring it back.
We, us, the ones who never lifted a single finger
In this forlorn world’s demise.
It is us that the former generations calls upon
When their energy has been spent
Destroying the thing that they ask us to fix.
And I ask you, what makes this fair or right?
That the innocent shall wait on the guilty?
That the ones not born yet should pick up after the ones long dead?
That the elder asks the younger, does that make it right?
Where is the justice?
And I ask you, with tears streaming down my face,
Why should I help those who would hurt me?
Why should I cry for the ones who shed no tears?
And when the young are done toiling to repair the despairing world,
They will have grown old.
Their childhood stolen from them, just as their masters’ never were.
And this is the cycle of the world,
That the weak shall prey on the strong until there are no strong left for the weak to devour
And then the weak will be gone too.

There was a day
When the sun did not shine
And the clouds never went away.

There was a night
When the moon never shone
And the stars,
They made me feel alone.

There was a time
When everything
Was better,
And now is the time
When everything
Is worse.

There was a place
Where I was happy.

There is a place
Where I am sad.

There will be,
Soon,
A place where
I am dead.

I am but a clone
I am not real
I am a dream
Of what could have been

I am a nightmare
A thing of smoke and mirrors
And I won’t bring
You happiness

I am the opposite side of the mirror
The monster left in the dark
And locked away

I am not meant to see the light of day

I am the one that you once dreamt of
When you awoke from your sleep
With a cold, clammy sweat
Covering your body

You hope to never see me again

I am the thing that lurks in the shadows
Spurns the light
I am the thing that only holy words can banish

But above all
I am what everyone else is

I am human

I can't go on without you,
But you're not by my side.
I feel the energy draining
From my fading life.

You're not by my side;
I don’t know what to do.
My life is fading fast;
I'm nothing without you.

I don’t know what to do
When I'm all alone.
I'm completely lost without you;
You made me feel at home

Don’t leave me all alone,
I can feel my energy drain.
You made me feel at home;
I can't go one without you.

She eats, she sleeps; my cat does nothing more;
her naps can last until the day is done;
her habits make her really quite a bore;
in storms she sleeps; she sleeps in beams of sun.
She wakes to stretch, her mouth a gaping yawn;
she stands, and turns, and lays back down asleep;
at night, she sleeps from dusk into the dawn;
she dozes well, adept at counting sheep.
Her fur, it gleams, no doubt from beauty rest;
perhaps she knows more than she seems to know;
I wake; upon my head sits a rat’s nest;
my beauty slumber never seems to show.
And though my cat is lazy all the time,
I can’t see her as anyone’s but mine.

Don’t put me on a pedestal

-I am human, and my ways
might change and wander day to day;
I live and love and laugh and learn;
I die and cry and hurt and burn-

don’t you know your words can ****?