All of the loveliest dance in a
perfect circle bright and beaming

In the dark shadow beneath it, a jagged line which is me
That has a life with no meaning

A hero, a mother, a rock and a star shine bright
Past, present, future all signs point to right

A lonely stray cloud that is me.
Never fit the mold
Or came out on top.
A life that is cold.


Worthless, pathetic, and sad
Are the words that are me.
I have only heard thunder
No piercing bright sunbeam they will see.

Amongst the words spoken
Happy, proud and strong
The jagged line only hears
Sad, hopeless and weak
No longing for better
A life that went wrong

Is it pointless to try?
Is it crucial to stay?
Is it worth trying harder?
Is  there a reason for another day?

The perfect circle has no room
For a lonely sad face
I am only darkness
A waste of space.

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I Have recently found friendship with someone who has experienced much of what I have.
An artist whose powerful expressions inspired me to finally break the cord of what my heart and mind were tied with.
Thank you Sierra!