my bed is a sanctuary;
an escape to paradise.
my heart is barb-wired
stuck somewhere deep inside.
my mom's voice is a lullaby
my dad's hands are calloused.
the freckles on my face are from
an angel's gentle kiss.

my sister is a mirror,
what she reflects is what i see.
my notes app is a diary
of who i used to be.
my house is quiet;
down a schoolyard, up a hill.
i'm fighting just to breathe,
so i don't understand the thrill.

i am made of stars
and the fire in my hair;
of the strings of my guitar,
and the whispers in the air.
my heart is in a cage,
stuck inside my ribs.
half of me is truth
and half is just a fib.
i’m forming into someone else.
i will not be the same.
i'm scared but i try
to conquer the change.