I can say the things that cannot be said.
It sounds contradictory,
But it is possible.
I will use my body, my soul.
I will hold you while you cry,
And catch your tears in a stained glass jar,
So I can break it over someones head.
I will be your confidant,
Silently mourning your sadness,
But keeping it hidden by your request.
I will be the person you wont be afraid to open up to,
You would come to me,
And let go.

I can say the thing that cannot me said:
I am here,
And so are you.

dontletpettyliesenteryourbloodstream

Although life is one pitiful concert,
Not everyone needs to play or perform.
The music plays, happily or hurt,
But never loses the mind it flows in from.

The ear of an adolescent girl
Listens intently to quizzical noises.
The voice of a teen male yet to unfurl,
Cracks under pressure before other voices.

Nerves take the best of him, dragging away
The voice of one blossoming new artist.
The listener and artist go to stay
Under the lonely heavens in the mist.

If the two bodies officially met,
What would become of old decisions?
Just as if the mist would rise and wet
Their instruments, would it mute musicians?

acceptingoneforthemselvesisonlyanewlydifficulttask

dontletthelittlethingsharmyou

Some times
I wish I spoke in
In a different tongue.
So no one understands the words.
So I could be as outrageous as I want to be.
So people would think me kind, but I am cursing them
For being the opposite of what they think of me.
So no one would bother me about homework.

So I could be alone.

I don't know why I wish this,
But I do.
Maybe so I can think.
Speak
Be
Only what I want to.
And only when I want to.

I don't mean to wish for isolation,
But I do.