why do the best people always die first?
when you pick flowers you pick the best ones meaning they are the first to die
god likes to do the same
remember that next time you go flower picking

Hiding feelings has become normal
putting on this mask of a fake smile
crying silently at night into a pillow
always feeling like the issue

Jealousy
A powerful, slow curse
"It's in your head"
Mumbling truths...I rehearse
I religiously chant my lines
but it gets worse
Obsession, you are mine
in this entire universe

Dressed in nothing
And I'm standing watching the
Stars tonight while I'm feeding
On my poetry I'm feeling nothing but happiness
Watching the moonlight.