I'm not born strong like people think.
I literally die before I am reborn strong
Every single time.

Why do some people who are trustworthy at normal times run at the first sign of danger? Why do they turn into people who can't be relied upon?

I used to be a people person.  But tables have turned.  I have been a lone person for some time, not that I didn't have people around me.  And to my utter surprise after all this while, when I hang out with people who were once close to me, I feel so estranged that I have to think about my lone times to feel okay.  I don't know if I can stop being alone.  If only I find someone who doesn't make me feel lonely...

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

I have lied with silence, smile and words
when I couldn't stand feeling unwanted.
I just prefer to pretend everything is fine.
Maybe.

The needle trailed through my skin,
smearing ink with its every touch,
Imprinting my legacy in its wake,
Narrating the tales I speak not of.

Brave struggles and conquered fears,
all traced with a divine perfection,
marking victories over adversities,
are forever kissed deep on my skin.

Judged at first sight or outcast,
I care not about them the least.
I wanted my art to power me up
when I feel, speak or act feeble.