Sometimes I think if I break... will I spill out?
Memouries and melodies are the only treasures I have. 

Sometimes I dream of falling asleep.
Every morning I face the nightmare of waking up. 

Everyday I must reintroduce myself.
Every night I know I will forget.

Patiently I wait for The day.
Every evening I close my eyes in anguish.

I sleep cold at night. 
I sleep with both eyes open.

Am I just a mistake?
Or have I yet to find myself?

Teethgrinding -I can't stop.
The silence is deafening.

I prefer the lights out at night.
That way I am free to see what I want. 

I wish I knew how to dance
With someone new.

I don't like how the mirror looks at me.
It won't tell me anything, but I can see it in their eyes.