I wish to remain anonymous
Only , I'm stuck on this bus
Where I must have a name
And I have to play this twisted game
Just waking up feels so lame
Instead of being put to shame
By this name
What I do , What I say
Will mold my future like a piece of clay
So what do I want to do today
I wish to convey one simple message
I want to leave this cage , full of labels and descriptions
Because ,  I wish to remain anonymous

What is guilt
When we have done something so horrid that it stick in our conscious
When we have a good friend go because we thought there was another happiness
That sick feeling of hiding the voice that speaks the truth
The pain of lying to a good person
Knowing that the truth could straighten out everything
The unhappiness haunting your mind till.... all of it pours out of you
Like it wasn't you
Guilt

I remember the days when it wasn't like this
When nothing mattered
When we could run and play
And never worry
The days when confusion wasn't a everyday thing
I remember the days when it was just me and my friends
And not these people I barely know
Oh how I hate these days
And for now
I remember the days...

Why does she act so
Let her destroy herself
Change because she needs to slip perfectly into the sea of sameness
But she forgets the most important thing
To be herself
Not even the others try as hard
But she lets go of reality
And suddenly she's falling too fast
As she grasps back onto the rough, cold reality
Her ignorance appears too fast and again she's falling
But now she wears a mask of denial to hide her truth
Reality is screaming at her but she is walking away from it

Sunny Sundays
When the day feels so peaceful
Relaxing, and surprising
Full of happiness
The gray laziness creeps up on me
and I don't care
Bright, yellow sunlight pouring through the thin white curtain
Greeting our eyes
As we awake into the wonderful Sunday

As I watch this small body
Chest moving up and down
He looks beautiful
Silently sleeping
I think about his wide smiles
and curious eyes always looking
Giving kisses to people when they are sleeping
These sweet memories I cherish of
My sweet Siluna

Just today
I was lonely with thoughts of myself
And I was greeted by a kind face
Inviting me to enjoy the same game the others were
She never lost her temper
Never gave up on me
Although I was failing
I felt happiness
Confidence soared through my body
For I had finally received my first kind face