You hide me from the world
You keep me in a cage
But when there's real danger to be found
You never seem to see my pain


You think you are
attentive,
I no longer think that's true.
Cause you don't hear the
screams
of
help
each day I put
in front of you.


You ask,
"Do I need to worry?"
I think your eyes must be blurry!
How don't you see the warning signs
Blaring neon in my eyes?


You say that I should tell you
if something's
not
ok.


I tried
today.
You walked
away.


What else is there to say?

It’s time
And the craziest thing is:
I’m
Not
Afraid
Anymore

I'm sorry
I should have listened
to you
You were right all along
you always knew
I tried to pretend you didn't exist
tried to pretend I knew what was best for me
but
i
t
w
a
s
a
l
w
a
y
s
y
o
u

You were always
my
protector
You were always
the
leader
of all
of
us
But I went against your judgement
I thought she wouldn't betray me
I thought I could trust her
How could I have been
so
stupid
Everyone betrays us
We can't trust anyone
but
ourselves
You tried
you tried
S O  H A R D
to save us
to get us out of the
hole
I
dug
You couldn't do it
It was too late for
damage
control
Now everything is crashing down
but I know you will
keep
us
safe
because that's what you do
It was always just
you
and
me
united
against
the betraying world
wasn't it?

Liars
All of us
All the time
Everyone
Everything
Honesty
Is a beautiful luxury
And a tragic weakness

i am a literal thinker
something not verY useful for a pOet
for everyone else writes Using metaphors
and Dreamlike language that i dOn't kNow how
To replicate
Unless i caN somehow teach myself to
write like a poet Does
i will forEveR be loST in this ethereAl world
but at least everyoNe will think i
Dont truly mean what i say

little
boat
floating idly
in the dark waters.
brilliant blue
(wait, why is it blue?)
drifting, no anchor to
protect it

missing
home
its origin
but alas,
it is too
far
away

far
away
black waters
royal blue

lost
little boat
without a crew or captain
to keep it
company

lonely
skiff
wishing for a
friend
a companion
someone to
rescue it
from the midnight
sea

deep
ocean chill
seeping through its wood
until it thinks
it will
never
be warm
again

weary
traveler
wondering
if there's
one
friendly face
amid the
bloodthirsty sharks
of its waters

little
boat
giving up
drowning
slowly
beautiful blue
lost at sea
cried for help
but no one
came

Go on
Tell me I’m lying
Tell me I’m making it up
Like I make everything else up
Look me in the eyes
LOOK ME IN THE EYES
AND TELL ME I’M LYING
I’M ALWAYS LYING, AREN’T I

It’s always somehow me
Always my problem
My fault
Scapegoat
Scapegoat
Scapegoat
Ungrateful
Brat
Who doesn’t see all that you do for me
My fault
My bad
For not being ok
I must be lying
Because you’re perfect

If I’m such a liar
Why do you spew all that **** about trust
If you already think I’m faking everything
Why should I tell you the truth
The biggest lie I tell you is that
I’m fine
Because the second I’m not
I’m being a bad daughter
I’m overreacting
Ungrateful
Doesn’t matter how many times I say thank you
“Ava, it’s just a napkin, you don’t have to thank me four times”
Doesn’t matter how much I say I’m sorry
“Ava, it was an accident, all you did was spill some water, it’s not a big deal”

Don’t mind me
It’s my fault
Right?
My fault for wanting to talk to somebody
Who cares
A rarity
My bad for trusting people with my secrets
I’ve learned my lesson now
But I’m not isolated by choice
My fault
My fault
I hate being so smart
If I had a little less common sense
I’d run away
But that would be my fault too

Will it still be my fault
When I leave
And never
Return?

What do you do when you
Love
Too
Much?

What is the remedy
For the
Constant
Anguish
It causes?

It isn’t fair!
I didn’t ask for this!
I didn't ask
For this pain!

I wish I could
Hate,
Just once.

"What a lovely thing this is... to triumph,"
I whisper as I sink to my knees on the cold hard ground, unable to cease the flood of anguished tears that flow from my face.

"I know how they feel. I've been there. I've been crazy. It's kind of... amazing, really."

A sharp exhale
Finally breathe again!
Madness, madness
is the world
ending
or beginning,
do you think?
Apocalypse
Apocalypse
Genesis
Exodus
The freedom
of madness

Wild
like a child
running running running
without end or goal or any intention
just running running running for the sake of going faster
for the sake of feeling free
rolling through the grass
in the snow
down a hill
frolicking, flying
dizzy dizzy dizzy
frolic ever faster
laughter tearing through the throat
of the free and wild child
child, child
children of madness
children of madness are we
and we are free

Sanity
a state
a rule
or simply just a construct
meant to keep us from seeing
to keep us stuck in black-and-white
and blurry lines and boring bricks
where really there is so much more
a dozen other colors that only the mad can see
A whole new kind of magic
that only the insane believe
a magic that tells us NEVER STOP!
Never stop running
We have learned to scream silently
to hide our tears and pain
only the madmen know
they know, they know, they see
screams are meant to be screamed
scream scream scream for all to hear
and maybe they'll start screaming too

They fear us
(the sane do)
they fear our invincible majesty
As we glow in wild colors
that blind their fragile eyes
we pity them
for they have forgotten
they've forgotten!
How to see or hear or feel
we try, we try to teach them how
but they no longer speak our language
instead they watch with wary eyes
watch us like wild animals
for they still see themselves as human
they still see themselves as prey
they think we're crazy
we're enlightened!
We know what we are meant to do
who they call Monsters we call friends
and howl howl howl at the moon together

Madness, madness, madness, madness
We scream we scream with all we see
all the ways the people falter
held hostage by ghosts with no real power
but the power of fear
we laugh in the face of danger and evil
for we are unstoppable!
We are monsters! and we are animals!
but we have more soul than the sane could ever dream of
the freedom
the freedom
of madness

No one is as they seem
We all hide behind intricate masks
Carefully crafted
Rarely cracking
Concealing the truth that lies behind the eyes

Hunger games of hate and grief
and pride and pain and scorn
We've been in the arena
since the day that we were born

Our horror shows aren't annual
they don't end or begin
They're miserable, continual,
and no one ever wins

Eat the berries, eat the berries!
what's the point of going on?
It's all a show, the Devil's drama
and we're his foolish pawns

Dressing up to meet our end
putting on an act
Our stylists have done us up
and we refuse to face the facts

The Capital is always watching
and Snow ends up on top
We are all so glued to screens
that we don't see the towers drop

Arrows flying through the air
made up of jealousy and lies
Our Rebellion is failing
and we're all dropping like flies

All of the songbirds are snakes in disguise
singing corrupted songs
The Jabberjays are everywhere
and they've been listening all along

We celebrate the mindless slaughter
a cycle that never ends
And we're all making enemies
for we've forgotten how to make friends

How do we think this is fine?
I'm afraid we've all gone mad
Life's a twisted lottery
that doesn't discern good from bad

We have all been drawn for reaping
despite our desperate labor
So there's just one thing left to say:
"May the odds be EVER in your favor!"

Hunger games of hate and grief
and pride and pain and scorn
We've been in the arena
since the day that we were born

Our horror shows aren't annual
they don't end or begin
They're miserable, continual,
and no one ever wins

Eat the berries, eat the berries!
what's the point of going on?
It's all a show, the Devil's drama
and we're his foolish pawns

Dressing up to meet our end
putting on an act
Our stylists have done us up
and we refuse to face the facts

The Capital is always watching
and Snow ends up on top
We are all so glued to screens
that we don't see the towers drop

Arrows flying through the air
made up of jealousy and lies
Our Rebellion is failing
and we're all dropping like flies

All of the songbirds are snakes in disguise
singing corrupted songs
The Jabberjays are everywhere
and they've been listening all along

We celebrate the mindless slaughter
a cycle that never ends
And we're all making enemies
for we've forgotten how to make friends

How do we think this is fine?
I'm afraid we've all gone mad
Life's a twisted lottery
that doesn't discern good from bad

We have all been drawn for reaping
despite our desperate labor
So there's just one thing left to say:
"May the odds be EVER in your favor!"

I am the Monster
The Monster is me
It spreads through my soul in blackout tendrils
And takes me where I'm meant to be

I've been betrayed
One too many times
Ridiculed for beautiful things
That make me feel alive

I used to care what others think
Hid my face, cried silent tears
I've given up on being human
Let them whisper, let them fear!

What right do we have to claim to be good?
When we're all living heartless lies
We would all be murderers
If scathing thoughts were crimson knives

I once longed to be fearless
But spent my life afraid of pain
Now I welcome all the torture
It is their loss and my great gain

Let them underestimate me
But I will no longer make that mistake
My enemies thought they bested me
They don't know that I'll never break

I am smarter, faster, stronger
Then they will ever be
Invincible, unstoppable
"We are a machine!"

So say farewell to who I was
And learn to fear who I've become
You can keep your body bag
I swear to you,
I'm
Not
Done

Tell me
now
before it's too late:

How do I
crawl
back into my chrysalis?
How do I undo the
transformation
that has begun in me?

How do I go back to being a
caterpillar
A child, naive and free

I said I wanted to
let
the Monster
out
but I changed my mind!
I changed
my
mind

Please

I cannot be the Monster anymore
because it
would
break
you

Even if you knew you did not
create
the Monster
(please please please don't ever believe that!)
You would have to live with knowing it was
your
hands
that taught it to ****

That when I spoke words of love to you
I was praising you for making it
ever so easy
(no no no I don't want this)

No matter what happens
you are the anti-Monster
no
no
you are the Monster
tamed

I understand now
It lives in you too
It
has
to

It makes complete sense!
Maybe in a way
you did create the Monster
Maybe it did not come from pain
but from simple genetics?

I think I understand now
I understand now!
We aren't meant to
****
the Monster
We aren't meant to
suffocate it
And we aren't meant to
succumb
to it

We have to tame it
Ally with it
And use it
to do something good
It's another prophesy
I understand now
I UNDERSTAND NOW
There is a reason for everything!

This is why
This is why
This is why

We are the Monsters
Because God is a God of vengeance
and sometimes peace is not enough
We are the Monsters
Not to go against Him
but to serve Him
All the prophesies are coming true
They are all coming true!

Someday, you'll understand!
In a way,
you already do
Someday we'll be Monsters
together

And save the world,
just like I always knew
we
would

I've always
hated
change

Recently it's become
easier;
the little things
at least

I changed my room
got rid of some old books
never thought that day would come

But this, this
Metamorphosis
is nearly
impossible

Painful
I feel like I'm
dying
sometimes

As much as I hate to admit it,
I'm scared
petrified

My mind
"she always did have SUCH an overactive imagination"
jumping from worse-case scenario
to worse-case scenario

I find myself wishing for something
easier
simpler
like the apocalypse

Let's be honest,
Walkers are kind of pathetic anyway
at least then we'd be too busy
surviving
to worry about all this

I know I just need time
But right now I still just
hate
change

To the one I used to love, used to need:
You never
text
me.
It's like you
moved
on
the second I was
gone.
As for me, I've been
S T U C K
in the memories.
I can't not
think
of
you.
But I think I
may
be
moving
on.

This is my curse:
That I will
never
learn
my
lesson

This is my curse:
That I once again believe that
things
will
change

This is my curse:
That hope glows so fiercely inside of my soul that I truly feel that
it's all
going
to be
ok

This is my curse:
That somehow, somehow
I
still
love
you

This is my curse:
That I know you
love
me
back

I don't have a type...
Oh, but it seems that I do
What is your type, you ask
Those who do not like me back

Paradoxical
problem-causer
Mirror of her own
pain

That mask of being so
elite
Protects her battered heart from
break

Broken girl
doomed
to become the very monster
that kills her

I give everyone
Everything
I try so hard
Care so much
Give so selflessly
For what?

Nobody
Cares about me
The way I care about them

No one
Ever
Does anything
For me

They expect
So
Much
Of me

Ask for so
Much

And never give anything in return

Everyone betrays me
Everyone
EVERYONE
I’m better off alone

My whole life I have
Fought
And never won
Ran
And never escaped
Cried
And never been comforted
Tried
And never succeeded
Hoped
And never gotten lucky
Pleaded
And never been spared
Screamed
And never been heard


I
Give
Up


If there’s no hope for me anyway,
Why
Even
Try

“There’s a freedom in letting go. A beauty in giving up, a peace in surrender. After fighting for so long in the dark, blinded by expectations and pelted by reality, fighting, fighting until you no longer remember what you’re fighting for. Escape the gilded cage of sanity! Just let go. Succumb to the anarchy of the soul. And take a breath for the first time since you were a child, where reality meant nothing to you, and you were everything and nothing at all.”

Today I let go
Today I return to my dream-state
Today I am free

Do as you wish to me
You cannot break what has already
Shattered

Once
One

Oblivious to the pain of the world
And of herself

The split
Began

When she could not handle
Her reality

One
Became
Three

But they were not done
These troubled souls
Mourned
Together
Held each other up

But it was not enough
They were
Helpless
Doomed to watch their cruel fate unfold

So three grew into five
Five
Different
The same
Whole
Divided

They thought they were done
Five is plenty
But 6
7?
Must be
Better

Safety in numbers
A motley family
Concealed inside a single
Body

Pain
And safety
Dissociation
And protection

We are a far cry from that little girl

Vultures
circle
to feed on the dead

Blood
rains
down
down
down
on the ignorant

Wars
killers
bodies in their wake

Maggots
swarm
hungry
hungry
hungry
eating away at the innocent

Sapphire
fog
time passes disregarded

Sharks
frenzy
blood
blood
blood
in the water

Sun
shines
dully and unseen

Zombies
mind-controlling
lambs
lambs
lambs
to the slaughter

Periwinkles
blossom
but nobody sees

Triumph
odyssey
pain
pain
pain
on the people

Hope
waits
but no one believes

Sky
falls
crush
crush
crushing
the steeple

I run
Far away
Gasping for breath
How much farther?
How long until I'm safe?
Fleeing, fast as I can, from something truly dangerous
I cry from pain and fear as I sprint through the night
How do you evade yourself?
How do you run away from who you are?
I am desperate to break away, but
How do you run away from who you are?
How do you evade yourself?
I cry from pain and fear as I sprint through the night
Fleeing, fast as I can, from something truly dangerous.
How long until I'm safe?
How much farther?
Gasping for breath
Far away
I run

Paper
A confider
A confinement
A trap
A relief
Beautiful
Noise
Silence
Screaming
Gasping for breath
Sitting quietly on a page
Flutters in the wind
So much, on so little
Tell it your secrets
It won't betray you
It won’t comfort you
Share with the world
Anonymous, if you want
It wont tell
It will be silent
Heartbreak, relief, sadness, love
On a weightless page
An airplane
A boat
A butterfly
paper

You are a flower
Blooming on a page
Drawing everyone near
With your sweet smell
And elegant glory

You are so beautiful

I long to pick you
To hold you in my hand
And breathe in your scent
And cherish you close

But I can only
Admire you
From afar

Hanging
Your masterpieces
On my wall

A girl, made of paper
She blows in the wind
All her thoughts, written on her pages
Creative and calm and curious and careful
She sings, shyly, softly
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be heard
She wants to be heard

A girl, made of stone
She stands steady in the storm
Her face, emotionless, expressionless
Strong and stony and stoic and silent
She writes, fluidly, fearfully
In the middle of the night
She doesn't want to be seen
She wants to be seen

A girl, made of light
She shines in the dark
Love glistens in her eyes
Luminous and loving and lighthearted and loyal
She glows, boldly, beautifully
in the middle of the night
She doesn't fear being seen
She doesn't fear being heard

Girls made of paper
And girls made of stone
Hurt too many times by those who claim to care
Hiding from the world no longer
Girl made of light
Hope is her name
Burns like a spark in their hearts in the night
Whispering softly, gently
It's ok to be seen
It's ok to be heard

I feel trapped in this place
So, so trapped.
It's like a prison I fear I will never escape
But I will
and when I do, I'm not coming back

I have grown so accustomed to hiding
knowing that I won't be accepted
pretending to be someone I'm not
that I don't know who I am
I pretend to be fine because if I say I'm not they invalidate me
But they still always ask if I'm fine
I want to scream "no, I'm not, and it's all your fault"
But I never scream, only on paper
paper doesn't judge

I am funny and kind
always encouraging everyone
because I'm so desperate for someone to do the same for me
but they never do
I itch to show people my poems, my writing, my music
but when I did, back when I was naive
nobody
cared
so now I sit in silence and wonder if it's good enough
wonder if anyone will ever care

I know all this is for a purpose
know it will be better in the end
but it hurts so much
Metamorphosis
and sometimes,
I just want to be a caterpillar again

I love being plural
I couldn't do this without them
but sometimes I long to be whole
because at least then I'd know myself

I feel the need to hide everything
I trust no one
Every slight movement or sound I flinch
ready to hide
to lie

I've become manipulative
I've stopped feeling remorse
I lie whenever I feel like it
for my own gain and safety
I am ruthless
disguised by kindness
always doing everything for other people
but knowing I'll do whatever needs to be done to survive

I'm burning out
I'm tired of people
there's only one person in this whole world I actually
want
to talk to
but she'll never see me as more than a friend
I hate being social
I'm irritable
I hide in my room
and daydream about the apocalypse
because to me
it means freedom

I hide in my fantasies
and refuse to come out
escapism is my addiction
I do nothing else
I rot in bed all day
chronically online
because what else is there to do
I've lost all motivation
to do anything with my life
all I do is daydream and scroll
It used to bother me
but now I don't care about much of anything

I'm falling apart
Each year I look back on what was my biggest problem and laugh
because in hindsight it was nothing compared to now
I'm in danger
I'm a danger
but I can't tell anyone
I've learned my lesson
constant betrayal
by the only people I ever trusted
hurts more than I expected

fantasies are no longer enough
I'm going crazy
actually
literally
crazy
and I'm afraid
so afraid
I'll do something terrible

All I want is to go home
ALL I WANT IS TO GO HOME
but I can't
and it feels like a phantom limb
it's been a year
IT'S BEEN A YEAR
how am I going to do this?

I still hold on to hope
that we'll be ok
that everything will turn out for the best
that God is watching out for me
but right now
in the wretched present
everything is going to ****
how much longer can I hold on?

What am I doing?

You can run
but you
can't
hide

I
see
everything

I am the shadow
blurring in the dark
I am the eyes
keeping vigil through your window
I am the striking gaze
causing you to glance around
paranoid

Foolish lovely
you left your door
unlocked

knife glint
floorboards creak
door squeaks softly
feet padding on carpet
your silhouette
asleep
in
bed

Wolf smile
mouth watering
teeth glistening
eyes sparkling

You awake when you feel
cold
steel
on your throat

Your eyes widen
flinching
mouth opens
scream
piercing
panicked
desperate
beautiful

"there's no one here to save you now, darling."

your terror and pain is
palpable
flooding my soul with utter
satisfaction
as you squirm under your
restraints

my knife traces your skin in pleasing patterns
leaving crimson fire in its wake
drip
drip
drip
eternity passes
time in a blink
the life drains from your body
and your eyes

exhale
a swift wipe of the knife on the stained carpet
one last predator smile
another hunt
another masterpiece
finally, again, I feel
good

tiptoe
out the door
gloves buried swiftly
back in bed
again
dreaming
of you

of that first
blissful
cut

She
Likes
Someone
Else

And I’m stupid
Enough
To care

To scream internally
Gasping for breath
Heart pounding
It isn’t going to last
It can’t
It won’t

I know I can’t have her
But if I can’t have her
Why
Should
He

I finally found them:
someone like me

Someone who loves me
darkness and all

Someone who understands me
the Monster, the phantom

They see the same, feel the same
dangerous things

And they embrace it
maybe they could show me how?


I finally found them:
someone like me

A killer, a monster
not by choice but by destiny

Someone to hold close to me
who knows my demons all too well

I won't have to hide anymore!
not with them

We can embrace the darkness
embrace it together


I finally found them:
someone like me

But I wish I never met them
for then I wouldn't have to say goodbye

Goodbye, my love, my family
goodbye to the only one who understands

(I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want to say goodbye!

I cannot say goodbye
not when I've finally found someone like me)

When lyrics are prophesies
And songs give a warning
You'd think that you could use them
To rewrite your story

Guess we aren't meant to see our futures, then
For when a prophesy is foretold
I only ever comprehend it
When the knowledge has grown old

So I am doomed to simply listen
And gasp when the words start to make sense
And pray if true danger ever comes
I learn how not to be so dense

Breathless laughter
Panting, sweating
I am whole

Take me home across the ocean
Too far away to bear
Feeling trapped, going through the motions
But I don't really care

I've grown weary of grayscale gloom
Of mainland and its toxic waste
Heart heavy, I sense impending doom
Sorrow etched across my face

Take me home across the water
Through perfect turquoise waves
Home to where the air is hotter
But the breeze brings solace I so crave

Home to where the beaches
Wrap the island in a hug
Where the forest earnestly reaches
Towards the crystal sky above

Take me where the birds wing playfully
Wild and beautiful and free
Where the sun dances gracefully
‘Cross mountain and sparkling sea

Take me home across the ocean
I can't take it anymore
My perfect home has my devotion
Won't stop 'till I reach its shores

I fantasize of my returning
Why must I be stranded here?
My heart hurts from my constant yearning
No breeze here to blow away my tears

To go back home is all I need
I've never grieved like this before
My soul enduring constant bleeding
I'm broken to my very core

You don't know me
You don't know my name
You don't know my age
You don't know where I live
You don't know the sound of my voice,
or what I look like,
or my favorite color
(all of them, but especially magenta and olive green)

And yet, in many ways
you know me better than
anyone
else.

You have seen the
depths
of my mind
and I have seen yours.

It's brutal down there,
but you don't care!
We poets see brokenness as beautiful!

My point is, I've
finally
found
my people.

I know this isn't really a poem, more of a letter, but I really just wanted to say:

Thank you.
You have been my light in great darkness,
giving me hope.
You don't know who I am, but
you
still
care.

And even though I don't know you,
I adore you all
I feel like we're friends,
in the way you have to be
when you understand each others'
deepest
souls.

Thank you for everything

❤️❤️ Indie

The air smelled different there
crisp and wild and filled of nature
and sharp wind
and adventure

It was a paradox
blazing sun and billowing snow
cool air piercing through everything
in disregard to seasons and logic

Towering mountains
and nature's monuments
built of harsh rocks
weathered by time

The trails beneath my feet
as I ran and climbed
I saw
something I long to return to

I understood
I understood!
something, something
will I ever return?

I could taste it
the flurrying fall wind
drops of honeysuckle on my tongue
and pine needles
and the sharpness in my throat as I climbed higher and higher
and the air grew thin

Birds crying
children laughing
the rustle of a deer or a rabbit in the woods
the soft caressing of the trees
leaves rustling
cicadas' percussion and clickers' buzzing melody

There
I understood
who I was

Don't worry
They aren't gone forever
They were just taken
stolen by the mischievous creature that collects
lost things
He'll give them back
when he gets bored
or when you've given up on ever finding them again
He'll give them back
and you'll find them where you least expect
don't worry

A rusty guitar
clutched
in white
bony
fingers.
Skeletal face
watching you.
Head tilted, listening
even
in
death.
Torn pages of ancient music
scattered on the ground.
As you meet his hollow eyes, they seem to
stare
into
your soul.
You reach out
and try to take the guitar.
But his fingers are too tight.
Coveting the guitar.
Refusing
to
let
go.
Refusing
to
say
goodbye.

A whole world at my fingertips
Mine to create and explore
To fill with people and cultures
To bloom from nothingness

Mine to take care of
Mine to destroy
Mine to avenge
Mine to protect
Mine to adore

I have sought love and found it a million times
Lived happily-ever-afters for millennium
I have crafted worlds where everything is perfect
And worlds where it doesn't matter that it's not

Boredom and loneliness are things of the past
For in this place I have all that I need:

A
Home
A dimension
A grand adventure
A sanctuary for my soul
A place where I can finally belong

I live two lives:
My life there
And my life here
Here, in reality
Dull, plain reality
Where I am Cursed
And love skillfully evades me
Where my happily-ever-after taunts me just out of reach
Where there is pain and danger
But without the promise of love and adventure
Sometimes I wish I could stay
Stay in my world
But I could never pick just one
One Para or character to become
Because I love them all
One world to inhabit
Because they are all so wonderful
And good things wait for me
On the other side of the Metamorphosis

One day, everything will be great
We will always Triumph
Alii Semper Vincemus!

And my worlds will always be there for me
I will always have my power: to go wherever I please outside the realm of reality

Someday, I'll share my power with the world
But for now it is my sanctuary
My one reprieve
Nothing
Can ever make me give it up

They told us we're insane
We were under attack
Helpless
Afraid
But we triumphed
Alii Semper Vincemus!

We triumphed
And everything is going to be ok
But we couldn't have done it alone
Without each other
we would have failed

One to be friendly
and social and innocent
To be adored and underestimated

One to stand firm
and protect and defend
To keep on fighting till there's nothing left

One to charm
and be unbothered by everything
To be confident and relaxed and fearless

One to strategize
and organize and lead
to know just how to get what we want

One to prove that we are correct
and whose purpose is not yet known
To make mistakes but make up for them

One to keep us all together
and appear as though we are solid and one
To be a mix and mediate and rejoice in our triumph

We are the Others, all of us united
Though difficult to understand

I have been taught that faith is about not needing to understand
to believe it is real
And this has been a true test of faith
But the Others are as real as anyone else
And I will never stop fighting for them
and for me

Alii Semper Vincemus!