What if I'm a monster,  
a scary  looking type
What if I accidentally
frighten little kids at night

What if I'm friendless
looking for some love
But no one really wants me
in the world up above

What is it you hate?
My pointed teeth and yellow eyes?
It's like your looking for someone else
In this ghastly disguise

I know I'm hard to love
With all my ugly flaws
Please someone see me as beautiful
And ignore my giant claws.

Never been loved
Never been kissed
Never had someone
To part from and miss

Never had a guy
Never had a man
Never had a strong
Palm holding my hand

Never had a soul
Never had a heart
Never had a person
To break my loneliness apart

Never had a smile
Never had a touch
Never had a boy
I could love so much

Days will come when
The sun will burn out
Shroud you in night
The stars rain in fire
Setting you ablaze
Tears will fall
Blood will flow
Hair be cut
Stitches sewn

They're known as Bad Days
Days when we hate
For get to eat
And cry because nothing is working out

Then we fall asleep at some point
And wake up the next day and realize
Maybe something good will come our way

One wrong word
Is a knife to my skin
An angry response
Brings self hatred
Tears falling from
Hurting you
Yelling at you
Hating myself with each moment

Blood
My blood
Flows from wounds
Brings me satisfaction
Beings me restfulness
Punishment for my anger
Blades against my skin
The hatred fades
To justification

Gauze
Tape
To hide the punishment
The blood
Healing begins

My little secret
My blood sacrifice
Burns inside me
I will not tell them
They will not know
Anytime soon
I will not worry them
They do not need pain

I deserve it
For my anger
My hatred
My mistakes

I don't care if other people
Make mistakes at me
They don't cut themselves for it
Or do they?
I don't know
I won't ask

I hope someday
My anger will dissipate
I will be able to love
Instead of hating myself
I hate the bleeding
I hate the cuts
I hate the scars

Some day I will break out
Of this cycle
I will be able and free
To be MYSELF
Not the "perfect" daughter
Friend or companion
No one will ask me to be perfect
And if they do
I won't care a bit
I can't be perfect

I want to be free
My anger holds me down
Break it
Break the anger
Set me free

In the quiet
In the noise
Over the far and
Distant void
Love is given
Never bought
Silence speaks
When we cannot.

Dancing in the rain with flowers in her hair,
Twirling in the mud her smile gracing every drop,
The beat of the rain into puddles everywhere,
Never caring what is right and what is not.

Sometimes I wonder what you would say
If all my unsaid thoughts became known to you.

Sometimes I wonder what you would do
If you met all my imaginary friends who live in my thoughts.

Sometimes I wonder what might happen if I took you with me into the crazy adventures I dream at night.

Sometimes I wonder what you would know
If I told you all my fears hopes and dreams.

Sometimes I wonder what you really think of me.