What is it about you,
That I can't even resist your charm,
I don't think it's your eyes which are as black as the night sky,
I don't think it's your hair which shines brighter than the golden yellow sun,
Is it because your kind?
Is it because your funny?
I don't know,
Maybe it's all of those things,
I will never know
And you'll never know that I liked you,
Because you don't exist,
The perfect boy doesn't exist

Tears,
They fall,
I try to scream,
But no sound escapes,
I try to scream again,
No sound again,
But then again,
Those tears are on the inside,
And so are those screams,
Away from the eyes of the world

I remember lying in bed,
Thoughts rushing through my head,
Increasing my anxiety,
I couldn't sleep,
Every night I woke up at 3am,
And couldn't go back to sleep,
I remember going to my mom's bed,
I layed there next to her,
But she woke up and asked what was wrong,
I said nothing and went back to my room,
Then it happened again the next night,
And this time she asked, "Anxiety?",
I responded, "Yes"
And she lay there with me the whole night talking to me,
So thank you mom,
For always being there

The world is broken,
The world is a mess,
Because we made it that way
- Sabene Rizvi

15, tall, confident, female,
Those are the words one uses to describe me,
People think they know me when  they don’t,
My English teacher called me confident as a compliment,
But that couldn’t be further from the truth,
I am insecure and those insecurities have gotten the beat of me,
But I don’t let them drag me down,
I walk like I run the place because I know I can and one day I will actually run the place,
You call me a cheerful joyous person,
I’m a depressed person,
I smile because I know it can improve someone’s day,
I smile because I know the struggle and I know just seeing a smile form on someone’s face when you arrive,
Makes you feel loved and worthy,
And I want you to know that you are,
And I tell myself that I am too,
It is known that Man’s enemy is man himself,
But I want you too know that you don’t have to be the enemy,
You can be the support, the friend,
As man’s true friend is himself,
As Albus Dumbeldore said,
The happiest man in earth will look into the mirror and see himself exactly as he is.

Poor Kitty, Poor Kitty,
What will she say,
I ended up in the hands of monsters who used me to their selfish gain,

I wondered what I did wrong,
I wonder what people will say about this,
Of course they can’t use the same excuses that are used to dismiss cases of innocent humans,
I’m a cat,
I can’t be dressed inappropriately,

I wonder why did they hurt me,
I wonder why they hurt the boy who tried to save me,
I wonder why my fellow cat was stepped on,
Or why my fellow cat was set on fire,

But alas I can not know,
I can not ask,
Why you ask,
Because I’m a cat and I can’t talk,
I’m voiceless,

Voiceless,
It’s so easy to take advantage of the voiceless,
And I’m not the only animal suffering,
While you read this,
Hundreds have suffered and died,
And hundreds will continue to,

So please sign the petitions and please bring justice to me and my fellow animals,
So that no creature is set on fire, stepped on or taken advantage of again,
So no cruel experiments are done,
My poor elephant sister who the humans so cruelly fed dynamite to,
She died a slow and painful death and so did I.

I looked out the window,
it was the only thing that could calm me,
well that and Nan's tea,
But nan was dead and so was everything that made me happy,

I stood there, just staring out the 2nd floor bathroom window,
somehow the silence, the streetlight and the potted plants on our neighbors balcony calmed me,
I wasn't having a panic attack,
No it was just my friend anxiety,

Anxiety and I met when I was a mere 10 years old,
I never liked her, no one could,
And she wasn't just my friend but rather everyone's,
She was like one of those toxic people who you could never seem to get rid of,

My thoughts came to a halt when I heard a rooster cluck,
It was an odd hour for a rooster to cluck,
It was 3 am,
But then again who knows maybe I heard something else and mistook it for a cluck,

I could hear my school mates voices in my head, Strange old crazy Sabene, day dreaming are we,
They never said it to my face, they were scared to,
After all I was taller than them by a foot,
But I could feel the judgement in their eyes,

But alas, they would never understand me, I had lost my father,
To them it was so what, there were other girls in my school who had lost their fathers and they were fine,
What they failed to understand was that our situations were different,
Those girls were sheltered from problems, had familial support,

Imagine this waking up one day,
all excited for the school trip,
Only to find your Aunt's husband at the gate,
With a crane,
Threatening to shatter your House's wall,

Life for me was like that,
I was happy, that wasn't acceptable, que exhibit A,
It was like this for years and then I decided you know what,
I won't get attached to anything so the universe can't take anything away from me