People tell me that I have a pretty smile.
But if it's fake, does it matter?

People tell me that I am beautiful.
But inside, I am blackened and charred from years of getting burned.

People tell me that I am strong.
But I don't consider, blocking out the pain "strong".

People tell me that I am brave.
But putting on a brave face, doesn't mean I am brave on the inside.

People tell me I will go places, that I will do great things someday.
But how can I? When I barely get through today?

People think that they know who I am, they think they know ME.
But no one does, no one really knows that on the inside,

I am a child's painting.
They first add blue, then yellow, then green, and red and orange and purple.

And in the end,
its just a blob of brown,

that was once all the colors of the rainbow.

you will make it,
even if it's by the skin of
your teeth --
which will pearl
into a smile
that reaches your
endless eyes

sleep if you're exhausted
but you will rise;
energy cannot end, so
your soul
will be fine

arise, darling,
we're going to be fine

Written stories and
beautiful fairy tales,
tell of how
dusty glass panes
somehow become murals.
Of how
Muddy roads and soggy clothes
somehow become sparkling sidewalks and ballgowns.
Of how
Frogs turn to princesses how pumpkins turn to carriages.

But a what cost,

For all things come with a price
Nothing is really free.
See what you didn´t know is that Cinderella broke up with her prince
Alice got lost in wonderland and Peter Pan never went back to Neverland

So what is the point in the fairy tale?
What is the point of the happiness?
What is the point in trying,
If your world will eventually come raining down around you,
in a thousand tiny burning embers?

Is hope enough?
Hope that somehow you haven´t led yourself off a cliff
For the first time in years?

There is always that voice though,
That little tiny voice whispering in the back of your mind.
Telling you this is the biggest cliff of all.
That this time you wont be getting back up when you fall.
This time there wont be something that catches you
right before you hit the ground.

Right now,
I am just hoping
that hope is enough
to keep my world from falling apart
for the last time.

“Momma what are stars?” asked the young girl,
“The stars are your dreams little one,
The closer you look the more you see,
focus on one alone and it fades away.”

“Your life is written in the stars,
the brightest are your fondest memories
and the ones you can barely see
have yet to happen.”

“Your dreams appear in the stars
for safekeeping,
so your wishes can one day come true
and the lights that dance
in colorful streaks across the sky,
show your fate and your destiny
flashing before your eyes.”

“The North Star represents you,
as your dreams change,
your world spins,
but you will remain standing,
grounded to the earth.”

“Because the stars are yours to create,
fill the sky with your hopes and dreams,
fill it with love,
because love will shine brightest of all.”

“So make the sky beautiful child
Because you only get one chance
To make it yours.”