With a pen, I have the world,
With a pen, color rises and whirls.

With a pen, I can draw fantastical things,
With a pen, imagination stretches vast wings.

With a pen, language takes hold,
With a pen, the story is bold.

With a pen, I can write many letters,
With a pen, my voice is unfettered.

And with a pen, I can make a 'me',
With a pen, I can see all that will be.

I'm pink, I'm purple, I'm blue,
And I don't know what to do.

I'm not rainbow,
I'm not black and white,
I contain no yellow in myself,
But pink and purple feel right.

I have a blue,
As bright as the evening sky,
It's not like a clear day,
So I am dark blue today.

And I'll be pink tomorrow,
No matter what you say,
So don't mind my pride,
'Cause I'll be purple forever,
And I won't run and hide.

Can you
See me
Standing here
Quietly and full of fear?

Should I
Disappear
Back to the shadows and back to the fear
Back to the ghost of yesterday?

With broken wings and body I fly,
It's all I can do, so I try,
The simple words I cannot say
Have taken all my lives away.

Even if my heart shall break,
And all my loves I shall forsake,
I cannot help but be betrayed
By the love yet unpaid.

So to myself, I keep this trial,
Through suppression and denial,
And with it, I start to shatter,
But you don't know me

So it doesn't matter.

Chasms spread easily.

It only takes a second,
A blink,
And the earth yawns up before whoever had made it.

Perhaps they look at their chasms with regret,
Their voices sorrowful and muffled.

Or they are prideful,
Thinking they have done a great deed,
But when really they are shattering themselves.

Sometimes chasms form quietly.

They spread like crackling poison,
Starting small and growing.

Sometimes I fear,
There are chasms within us all,
And we will never be able to cross them.

Gossip spreads,
Tears drop,
They break up and get back together.

Teenagers.