Walls and gates kept her away from what she needed but didn't want Beds of white cotton submerged in what she thought she didn't feel Dusty pens in a dusty cup on a dusty desk She hammered at armor that she had been hammering at for years since she was a young child binding the pieces but secretly looking for cracks to break out of Kicking *** and taking names but throwing the names away Ripping keys out of the typewriter
Every fifth letter scratched into porcelain skin Soap stripping her of what made her normal But there is no normal She was still abnormal Trying to open herself to let the oxygen-free blood stain her outline so she could be seen for a moment Just one moment and then get erased by everyone else like always She wanted to fly and shine but there were others already shining and flying Sun flashing and illuminating her skeleton Her skin transparent while lit by the sun
Her heartbeat skipped and stopped and faltered She tried to lose herself in everything she could You could say she was selfish but you could say she just wanted to be found, though, by the right person There is no right person because anyone can break a shell but nobody cares enough to see what kind of radiance will light up the universe Nobody cares that with every single word she is thrown through windshields Shards of glass scathing her inside and out
Drowning in pristine lakes of beautiful love and joy How painful to not be able to inhale while drowning in pristine lakes of lovely happiness She could feel the currents rushing past her fingers but couldnt hold on But she wanted to She wanted to hold on
The title doesn't go with the poem, but I'm not too concerned about it.