She sighs,
And thinks,
(Only one more day.)

She smiles,
But knows,
(It’s only fake.)

She cries,
And hides,
(Will they notice if I die?)

She writes,
And kills,
(Goodbye.)

Screaming and yelling
Fighting and warring
Begging and pleading
Anger and madness
Fear and jealousy
Depression and sadness
But it’s all in her mind.

Now I understand
When people say,
“The quietest people
Have the loudest minds,”.

Now I understand it.

today is this first time i’ve ever really,
really,
wanted to pray.

i’m so afraid, because you’re all i can think about.
it’s all you, and the other things,
they’re important but you, you’re there.

and who would answer me?
what would they say,
when they found a girl, who always wanted to pray,
pleading and asking for clarity.

what would heaven say?
the ground beneath my feet,
seems unstable,
so take my hand and pull me up and let me see the clouds.

help me run, help me fly,
and rid me of these feelings
-this confusion. because i want us to just love.

and if someone else answered,
i’d walk all the way down and ask.
maybe you’d give me help, or i’d find sinners along the way.

we’re both sinners, because our muses (not us) told us we were something else
-beyond the way humans believe. beyond belief.
so, what would think of me my knees,
just wondering something about you.

You must go to school
If I don't,
does it make me a fool
If I do,
does it make me a knowledge pool
I think school is like a tool
It's a waste if not put to use.

This is the story of a single soul.
Who from day one--
;Fought with all her might.
This is the story of  a dauntless being who's tears were forced out.
Even after keeping them hidden from their view.
A loud and intense soul that boasted an unusual combination of fire and ice. One that refused to let anyone bring her down.
This..is the story of how one day. She fought with all her might.
Trying to keep her head held high.
But they couldn't let her keep her pride.
They couldn't let others see what she truly was.
Because her intrepid ways were an insult to tradition and to thier power.
But like I mentioned before.  She knew no fear. And this is what happened.
All the Pushing. And yelling. High volumes of anger.
And the bitterness clawing at her.
But she's Still a wild flame.
Until eventually ;
-her head  was pushed against the floor with another's gruesome foot.
A polished,  cold leather shoe.
" respect me or fear the consequences. Who do you think you are?"
And so she sat there infuriated as she was, tears streaming down.
Hands tied back. Eyes looking down.
Because she knew who she was. She knew what she's capable of.  
But it causes them to feel intimidated and insulted. She's unlike anything anyone's ever seen before.
This is the story of how they tried to break her...
And succeeded.
And took away what made her..her.
And now she waits looking from the floor in rage....waiting.  
Not a happy ending ;no. A twisted story;yes.
But they'd better watch out.
Because silent fury always makes the loudest noise.