No-one will ever know hiding behind a wall of lies is a weeping brother trying to sew the torn peices of his broken soul back together. No-one will ever know he's withering inside but still still trying to grow, stretching his limbs for help but does anybody notice him there? No.
No-one will ever know that screaming from behind a veil of make-up is a girl's dying soul. Wrapped in pretty clothes she's trying to break free of the hurt she feels inside but they don't know. No-one will ever know she's been tormented by her imperfections and failures and although she tries not to let it show, it does but does anybody pay attention? No.
No-one really cares and they all do a good job at pretending not to see or not to know. Instead of stopping to help they turn a blind eye on conviction and they just go.
i am an architect though my hand has been guided many a time i have etched my own path into a tome of starlight but it is a path i will walk alone sometimes and that’s okay
i am a writer though my heart has been swayed into submission many a time i will continue to be the main antagonist of my story but i bleed ink from my fingertips and i will write my own chapter and that’s okay
i am a warrior though i’ve wielded my sword many a time i have seen many wars and fought many battles but it’s still the small victories i celebrate most and that’s okay
i am a dancer though i’ve tripped over my two left feet many a time i have broken many bones and danced still with a smile but my feet grow tired and i must rest sometimes and that’s okay
i am an artist though my hands have often been stained my heart is my masterpiece and i’ve put it at the forefront of my choices but maybe it isn’t the kind to go in a museum and that’s okay
i am damaged i am battered i am bruised but i am trying and i am healing and that’s okay