it's really hard
to alway feel
like a child
lost
always trying to find them
again
forever missing mother and father

it's really painful to never know where they are
you look into their eyes
they're not really there
it hurts to miss them
and wonder
will they ever be back?
It's hard to love yourself when they were never really there to show you how
to feel
and love you
it's hard
to have completely forgotten how to *be

beauty is so relative
so destructive
and so ugly.
It's really beautiful to see someone crying in happiness,
falling down to grasp something beloved,
or running free for nothing at all but simple,

beauty.

I wear a mask so that I can feel safe looking at you
I know you see me thorough it
Twirling in place revolving around myself
exposing a new mask broken and untied
falling from my face it is my own skin
no one will ever see anything below
broken bones and bleeding veins are all that lie beneath this mask
this image you all hold so strongly is really nothing now
the face I once was is forever nothing inside the palms of my laughing hands looking upon the structure from which it fell
bones and flesh mean nothing without eyes
**feeling hurts