My mind is a-buzzing
So many thoughts flitting about
Of friendships, love, and life
Each one begging to be let out

But my mind is a prison
And my fear the warden
My thoughts are the prisoners
But I'm the only victim

My thoughts scream,
Set me free to follow my dreams
My fears reply,
**What dreams? You belong to me

Two bottles of wine
and a couple stumbles down the hall
I hugged your pillows
while you swallowed my drunken haze.

You’re telling me how good the food is,
and I can see him grab her wrist.

"Isn't this salad good?"
I nod yes.

He's now reaching for her face,
she has fear in her eyes.

"Try this, it goes great with the wine."
Everyone can see.

"Isn't the wine great?"
She's crying, he's red.

"Should we get the check?"
They get the check,
she goes for the concealer,
covers the bruises.

"Did you have a good meal?"
I nod yes.

He leaves and starts the car,
she struggles behind him.

"I had a fabulous time, did you?"
I nod yes,
wasn't that wine great?

No one asked for this
I wasn’t even able to ask
I didn’t exist
It is only because I exist that I can wish I didn’t
Why would they have me?
Why bring someone into this
When you hate it  

Did you think I would love it
Or did you just want someone to love
Thinking that would make it better
You hate the world and yourself
Yet you thought you could teach a child different

This room gives me unhappy thoughts
As I sit grumpily and down
I never listen, all self-taught
None make me smile even a clown

Early I know but still sleepy
My mind temps me to dream freely
I should be there outside running
There in the cool river swimming

There’s a movement on the girls side
Curiosity aroused inside
Our teacher came all settle down
Then called a name new to my ears..


Curiosity fills my dull soul
I look up and my time slow
A sudden bliss ignite my heart
Oh, Monday not a bad start

There standing in front of me
This naked mortal eyes to see
Young and innocent, an angel
With a pretty charming name "Belle"

A star fallen to the earth
With a face that glows in every smile
Her warm voice a sweet symphony
What a thrill she's my new classmate..

China white,
two lines of coke
Northern lights
blinded by smoke,
it all seems broke,
I'll just resign
find some more time
and one more line
feeling alright
with China white.

Jukebox plays
yesterday's songs
nothing new
nothing belongs
a rainbow of oil
no colours to spoil
back to the foil
two lines of coke
more China white
blinded by smoke
feeling alright.

When the lights run through
my head
laser guns
thinking me dead,
I go back to
things that I knew
nothing to do
falling in blue
with two more lines
these are the times
China white climbs
into my bed.

This bed
is narrow,
but my arms
are wide;
join me.
you are
always
welcome
here inside.
  - mce