That when I get to the edge
It’s your fault.
You won’t let me be
You won’t let me breathe
Or leave
Or do anything.

But now you know, when this all ends
It’s your fault.

I may be shattered,
My skin so beaten and battered,
my tears burn as they roll down my face,
but still i run this cold race,
cause i am beautifully broken,
nothing more to be spoken,
no matter how cold,
even when i grow old,
none can quench my radiant light,
none can steal my courage and might,
one day i will spread my wings and fly,
and own the entire morning sky,
all will be my friend,
and to my joy there will be no end.

there’s a girl
with pretty brown eyes
and the biggest smile that flashes
as she walks past you in the halls
she never seems to carry a frown
or be anything but happy
she carries an aura that makes you think of the color yellow
and people notice in her walk
and in her talk
that she is never troubled
this brown-eyed girl
comes home every sundown
with tear stained cheeks as her head hits the pillow
and is left with a sleepless night full of thoughts and dreams
she rehearsed that if anyone asked
she would respond with
“I’m used to it.”

I have multiple personalities.
I am not saying this as a belief,
More than it is reality.
Each one,
Has their own actuality.
I chose one.
To be my true normality.
I may not be in the state the most,
But it's the only one I can boast,
Where I can be somewhat positive.
I think it's better than my most.
It's when I am calm,
And in my best mood.
At this time,
I am usually never rude.
Kindness and happiness.
Is finally pursued.