𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘣𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴
𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘵.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲,
𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵
𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲,
𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗵𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗺.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥
𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦,
𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝗲𝘆𝘀.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤,
𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴
𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀
𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲
𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱,
𝗜 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦
𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁
𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗶𝗻.
𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵
𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝗜 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘀.
𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧
𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨.

I see you
I see me
Not being chosen
I see you having more fun
I see you walk by in your seducing scarlet jumpsuit casuallly dismissing me
I see your lips with a dark shade of  maroon moving and not a single moment of silence
I see your hazel brown eyes not even glancing  towards me
I see the red-brown of your hair but they face me
I see your long silver earings dangling and shaking as you laugh
I see the golden bracelets in your hand  slide back as you tie your hair
I see you
I see me
                             All alone

Each
Day
I
Pray
To slay
My depression.
Never been a quitter,
But I’d like to quit this obsession.
This obsession with my sadness.
And with my social status.
It’s like I fetishize the madness
Endlessly raging
Inside of my soul.
And I swear I don’t have
A place to just go
And lay low
For a while.

A place where I don’t
Have
To
Fake
A
Smile.

My soul lay bare before you
in ****** contrapposto,
as if you carved me that way.

you turn the air to music,
and everything to art.

and even though it’s beautiful,
you remade my heart to marble.