if you think writing about you
makes you the one in power
then you are so wrong cause'
you are just another piece
of my unsung song.

if you think leaving you
makes me constantly sad,
then you are so wrong cause'
you are just another story
that I left unsaid.

I used to long for you
even when I knew,
I didn't belong to you.

The demons are real
They whisper to me
The monsters are here
Don’t try to flee
I try not listen
To block out the noise
To keep my composure
And act with good poise
But every so often
Just now and then
I might hear whisper
That does make some sense
Then ever so slightly the mask gives a slip
The madness exposed
My sanity stripped
Just for a moment the monsters are free
Until I I can cage them
And return to be me

The stars don’t define my life,
But the specs of mould on the ceiling,
I study them carefully at night,
Reading them in true light,
A sickly soul they’re revealing.

A wondering eye sees all,
And repulsion overwhelms it so
Much that one gives out a hopeless sigh.
The ceiling is too high,
To wipe Aries and Leo.

Just sitting there,
Staring
Eyes full of pain and sorrow,
but feeling nothing.
All the pain and suffering
has taken every good thing from her.
Her smile, her laugh,
The way she used to love life, Gone.
With now feeling nothing, But the emptiness that was left with her.

-Cassidy Rae

There's a monster in the mirror
When I lean in closer he comes near
I wonder why no one else can see
You must've known to some sort of degree
I'm not the person you think you know
You should've ran long ago
I know your secrets, why aren't you scared?
Did you really think that I actually cared?
I stare right into the monsters eyes
They look so kind, trusting and wise
Don't you know? That's their disguise
When will you finally realise?
I'm not the person you think you know
That person died long ago

The truth is this,
Every monster
You have met
Or will ever meet,
Was once a human being
With a soul
That was as soft
And light
As silk.

Someone stole
That silk from their soul
And turned them
Into this.

So when you see
A monster next,
Always remember this,
Do not fear
The thing before you.
Fear the thing that
Created it instead.

I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.