From the ashes I have risen
Like a Phoenix I have flown
I rise past the oceans and mountains
Up beyond the clouds and the stars
Follow the second light to the right
And straight to my memories I go
Back to the sun shining bright
The creek humming sweetly
With shadows dancing across your face

You almost hid our impending doom
Even now I can't help but find you beautiful
I watch as you grab her small hands
And just like a strange sort of deja vu
You pick up the pieces of us
And toss them at her feet

Your words are still cruel
I shudder at the thought
With a slight pang in my chest
That's the thing about scars
They never truly fade

But something is different
Almost out of place
I just don't seem to recognize
The girl with her hands to her face

Erupting from inside of her
Is words I can hardly make out
With shoulders heaving with heavy sobs
Please stay

Now I feel stoic
No longer do hot tears adorn my cheeks
And as you turn your back to me
My shoulders do not quiver
And my hands lay calmly at my side
For it is such an odd thing
To look upon the person you used to be

As I let escape
One last little sigh
I spread my wings high
And with my gaze forward
I never looked back

Twisted sheets, mind on stutter
Unable to sort through this midnight clutter
Put it away for tomorrow
But what to do with my gnawing sorrow?
I circle soft blue on color book pages
Hoping the repetition eventually assuages
The raw edged reality of lonely dark hours
Filling the void with Crayola flowers

My wings have been torn
Maybe ever since I've been born
For some reason why
Society doesn't want us to fly

Or maybe it's just us
Who holds ourselves back
We blame others
And think they keep us off track

In reality it's us
And it's all it ever was
What if we were made to soar
And not cry or let our blood drip on the floor

We're just too selfish to get the things that we want
No, you don't need to flaunt
And make others feel bad
Instead of happy, they're just sad

We're broken in pieces
Because we fell from the sky
Little did we know, our wings were growing for us to fly.

Your eyes appear to be the norm
Says everybody who hasn't been through this storm
The storm of lack of self love, and hate
Few escape
For your eyes are a looking glass,
only few see the world through your past
For Most of them are the kind of blind
Where you blatantly chose not to look
Through their innocent eyes
  
Covered in a mass
Because your looking through the glass
Of negative thoughts created
You think your not perfect,
And you hate it...

You are much Broken
Broken because the self image
Is what you may call undesirable.
Undesirable to the world is what YOU think
But really the reason behind it is weak
We just keep say it's life that has us deep
But truly it's it's the lack of self confidence
Well I say "your something special"
Because if you looked closely
The ghostly thought in your mind would realize your the one blind