"charlotte, are you ok?" my father questions. i'm looking up at the television, still stunned. it cant be. she was found dead on the scene, she had a severe lung infection, and inhaled far too much of the smoke from the fire. she didn't make it out of that apartment building alive, but i saw her... "um..i'm fine, just rediculously clumsy thats all." i nervously lie, quickly grabbing a broom and sweeping up the glass. and my father looks at me like i'm some kind of alien from outer space that he can no longer reach anymore. and somes i wonder if there is anything to reach for. maybe i'm just a mouse going through a maze that never ends, always hoping my piece of cheese will be around the corner but only finding another berrier or a path way that is going to lead me absolutely nowhere.

Im out of love
Im out of this fraud
Im done
Ive been hurt so many times
I stopped this smile
And everything is a lie
Now
To protect myself
I set berrier with everyone else
No more trust
No more lust
its just me
I see no us
It hurts but the pain
Never goes
So id rather hurt myself
Thousand time more
Than see me not strong
In love or caring
Sharing all of this has stopped
No more stabbs
No more dissapoints
I know im down alone
But ill break my heart rather my soul
Cause my hearts not cold
But i have a black soul
Thatll cover my reputation infront of yall
And show
How strong
Not a little girl anymore
A disguise
To survive
Behind a lie
So heres the deal that i ought
ill leave my ego with you
And my problems with me
And everything will be
Youll see
The big picture of me
And ill make sure
To hide from you
All the insecures
And Whats down
Inside
It Wont come out

Until someday
Maybe
We might find out.