I'm a dead-eyed damsel who wants to fly
Who's too scared to leap- and doesn't know why.
Forever in distress, I lie in wait
Till some hero swoops in and saves my fate.
Alas, he doesn't arrive, and I die
Drowning in the pool of tears I cried.

Daylight rises on a foreign sky,
and night descends within my weary mind.
This ****** jet lag eats away at me,
To Father Time's "*******" I am resigned.

you blew up her phone
every night for years
telling her how you would hurt yourself.
you had her in tears,
but she would respond each time,
despite her fears
that she would say all the wrong things.
everything was so fragile, she was scared
to type each word, to hit send.
A twelve year old, so unprepared
to become a self harm and suicide hotline,
despite how much she cared.
after that she would never seek help from her friends,
as she knew how hard it was to listen,
so she bottled her feelings and hoped the pain would end.

Come one come all
To see the gracious fall,
A fall from heaven to earth
A fall destined since birth
But it was all his fault
He created this vault
This tomb of despair
with smoggy black air
A place of pure death
as though Hades ran free

His actions were clear
So don't shed a tear  
This fool chose his path
Incurred all this wrath
And he chose to continue
to fight the unbeatable
like an idiotic brat he fought
as though he were David fighting Goliath
except David falls flat
with no way to react

He hid from his call
always ready to stall,
This cowardly state
such an abysmal trait,
It's rather disgusting
and I'm not judging,
But you're in need of a catharsis
to stop exuding darkness,
To remove your knot
you know just a thought.

I started this because
No one else would
And I told anyone who asked
That if they wanted to be in charge they could.

I took charge because
It was the right thing to do
But if you wanted to do it
I would’ve let you.

I'm not in charge of directing
Or picking out the cast
And if you wanted me to have less power
Then you could have just asked.

I'm only gathering names.
And making sure we’ve got a script.
I'm not judging the talent
That's someone else’s pick.

You could have spoken to me
Instead of some random prefect
Words hidden behind your hands
Like I'm some ***** secret.

Would you rather it was a mess
Of crumbled papers on the floor
With sean yelling st us
And Ms carvill wanting more.

Would you rather we did nothing
Had no play at all?
But would you stand that judgement?
Would you take the fall?

What is it you actually want?
I hope I find out later
Cause I'll put it in the play for you
Signed-
   Your loyal dictator.