Those whom are easily liked by everyone
will seldom be loved deeply by anyone
Maybe some people the world belongs to
while other people belong to the world
I’ve accepted my fate
The girl who no one understands
The witch who burns in the sun
Fated to lie in the middle of the ocean
singing a siren’s song for eternity
I wonder if anyone will ever hear it
I wonder if it will have been worth it
To create art that no one will admire
to help those who will never care
Should I have tried harder to be normal?
Picking my own petals
and throwing them on the ground just like them
Watching the water endlessly drip
from the blue roses on my ceiling
Forcing my pen to the page
begging myself to leave a legacy
so I can prove myself to me
Needing to believe I can impress myself
as much as I disappoint myself
Expecting anything but misery
to pour out of these poisoned veins
Drowning myself in what I masquerade as nourishment
Pleading to the moon to stay out longer
Maybe feeble minds don’t need vices
but have you ever wanted to go to sleep
and not wake up?
I’ve always had to live life the hard way
Trapped in chaos and rejected by tradition
Art has tainted my soul
And now I see an ocean
where others see a puddle
Where people see nothing
I see everything
And no one can ever seem to see me
It’s lonely
Thinking the way that I do
feeling the way that I feel
My voice gets sore from singing a siren’s song
while I violently break through these walls that imprison me
even though I built them myself
My body lays still as my mind wanders the abyss
Searching for the words
that will give meaning to all the pain I endured
I wonder if it’s a good thing
that my mind is as open as the ocean
and resides below the tides
I can find reason for anything
and meaning behind nothing
Humanity in everyone
and beauty in everything
But is that worth being misunderstood?

- Artist