the house is on fire
it catches the leaves
drive by and ignore it
it spreads with the breeze

this house always burns
it will never cease
if you listen closely
you can hear the screams

the screams from years ago
the agony and pain
back before she knew
she had to keep it contained

this burning house is different
it comes with a funny catch
you can not see its flames
they never physically catch

the fire is within the home
if you can even call it that
the arguments and yelling
fuel like gasoline

only now she burns herself
to contain her screams

people say i scare them
and i wonder why
they tell me it’s not like a horror movie
or jump scare
more of a
“is she okay?”
kinda scare

they say it’s scary
how i can speak of my darkest days
while putting makeup on my face
and not even thinking twice

and it’s scary
how i don’t care what anyone thinks
but i care about everyone around me

and it’s scary
how i’m the helper
but apparently i need the most

and it’s scary
how i stare off into space
and disassociate from all the pain
but can so swiftly throw a smile on my face

and it’s scary
how i can be the funniest one in the room
but i won’t laugh the whole night

and it’s scary
that apparently im pretty
and any guy should want me
yet i’m single
and always have been

and it’s scary
how i can sit and talk
with the one that stole my innocence
but hold and conceal all my anger within

i don’t see what’s so scary
i’ve always been like this
this is completely normal
i’m not scared
totally