Standing in the middle of thorns
Thorns that are not visible to me
I think of them as roses
Everytime I touch them
My hands bleed
To enjoy the fragrance
I must bleed
To reach my destination
I must fall
For I have to learn how to rise again
For I have to learn how to stand straight
With my hands bleeding

She can be dangerous
She can be mean

She can be perfectly polished; pristine.

She can go overboard
She can be sad

She can also become undeniably mad.

Passion in the midst,
Hunger is what it is.
Determined to make a change.
Scared for those in pain.
Pride wont let them stop,
Fighting with all they have got.
Acceptance of what is right.
Freedom for those in plight.

Every branch of a tree has its turn
No matter the edges or the curves
It's always a story we will learn
Give this tree the love it deserves

The buds awoke and began to grow
Beneath the soil, onward they go
Force nothing and let things happen
Just like life, go with the flow

Hearts are fickle
Minds are unstable
Words becomes lies
There's no truth in their eyes

Words unspoken
Hearts got broken
A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain
A life not wasted in vain.

I can't stand society
I can't handle sobriety
And I don't know why
But I can't see
What this world has got for me

Too many people are here today
Too many idiots in my way
I don't know why
I choose to stay
There's got to be another way

I hate having to wait in long lines
I hate hearing about changing times
Everywhere I go
I can't find
A single reason not to lose my mind

It follows you around
the unwanted shadow.
Pulling you to the ground
the unwanted shadow.

I'll dance until my ten toes are bruised,
My bones twisted, muscles misused,
To the symphony to my heart of which you have abused,
I'll perform only for you, my one and only Muse.

My heart beats to the song of which I am bound,
I twirl and leap endlessly as if wound,
A tireless Ballerino, making nary a sound,
Prancing and contorting on stoic ground.