Peering at the luminous cheval glass stands a wide eyed girl.
Porcelain powder conceals
  the freckles that she hides.
Flushing cheeks with rose before she enters the side—
Of the stage on which she plays every day.
Lips of scarlet
Lashes black as night
Face framed with golden locks curled tight.
As the curtain rolls back
The crowds will applaud
   not because of her image.
For Vanity is flawed.

Kindness in her crystal eyes
Comfort in her smile
Words of encouragement ring throughout the aisle

When the curtain closes
Spectators disperse
It's evident
Her lines are not rehearsed.
Clean face
Frizzy hair
The cheval glass reflects
   kindness
   poise
   elegance
Gleaming from her left chest.

My pillow feels my tears
My walls hear my cry.
But really they don't know why.
Why I hurt
Why I Cry
Why I scream
As I lie,
In my bed, but not alone.
See my thoughts are always with me.
And it's a constant fight.
Wish they would leave and
Not haunt me tonight.

Can we run;
Run far away
Away from the madness that the world Is spewing at us everyday

We could take a boat,
Sail from sea to sea;
Or Pick a road and go,
Just you and me.

With every mile,
Relief
As we bid complication goodbye.
As we say farewell to ridicule.
As all of our deepest fears seem to die.

Can we run;
Run far away.

Maybe its a dream
Maybe soon I'll wake.
I long to see the sun shine,
through my window pane.
I yearn for a sign
Something that will show me
That this hell is not my reality.
That there's a light in the distance of this dark cave.
That there's hope for those who are brave.
Draw me a map;
Show me a way.
A way to escape this horrific nightmare;
that I live through day after day.

Ridding the Dark Shadows that lie,
Deep adumbrations of the past;
That lurk within close quarters
Is an ever present cynical task.
By this, I mean, the scoundrels will always be near.
But not to live within us, nor to cause us fear.
Their presence simply affirms that we're living in the light;
Because Shadows are never visible in the dark of night.

It comes out of no where
Like a storm on a sunny day.
And once it comes,
It never goes away.
Like a guest that over stays his welcome.

When I'm on my way to victory.
It seeks to destroy me.

And before you know it,
I give in.
I'm just not strong enough to win,
In this game of tug-of- war.
I've lost every time before.