It lashes out at me
burning with every touch
my eyes glazed as I watch
orange and red flames
dancing before me
suffocated but too dazed to leave
Slowly slipping into the warmth
I close my eyes
Darkness sweeping through me
I allow the flames envelope me

High, proud, and made for all
But it has come to my attention
That it may be that
All the things, the walls
That create our safety and our paradise
Are the same walls that create our damnation and hell.

A kiss befalls my lips
A touch of his hand
My breathing increasing
My heartbeat racing
I slide my hand down his chest
He brushes my bangs from my eyes
He kisses me again as his hands caress me
But no one knows, it's our little secret
Lust or love? Real or fake?
The truth I don't even care
I just want him to love me for one more second
one more touch one more time.

Three serpents hissing in my ear
they want me, haunt me, taunt me, tormenting me
The first he tells me everything I want to hear
"I love you, your beautiful, everything I want,
Let me love you, protect you, I'll be your prince."
His breath soft warm, the poison of his words seeping in

The second he swears he loves me
He longs to love me, but also to leave
He says he'd do anything for me, that he only wants me
He says I just need to love him. Trust him.
He tells me to wait till the day he comes back around.
He begs me to love him until he decides to love me.

The third hisses harshly "Don't be a fool!
They will only use you. To the first you are an object
and you will never be anything more. The other,
he will never choose you. You will always be second best. You'll never be enough for him.
Don't be so naive! They only long to decieve you.
Her words cut like knives, ripping into me with sharp reality.

Face the reality or face your demise.
These three serpents hissing in my ear, But which one is right and which one is wrong?
Does it even matter? To which do I listen to and adhere?
After long, careful, thought, despite knowing better,
I disregard the third, for the truth truly hurts.
But she's still there hissing the harsh reality in my ear.

There are lot of me's for me to be
There are good me's and bad me's, happy and sad me's
But people want me to be happy me
For she's the best me to be
But happy me is tired, and doesn't want to play
She wants to sleep, stay in today
Sad me comes out to play
The me that likes it to rain all day
But they don't like that me they push her away
And she goes into hiding for another day
Stupid me comes out quite a lot
A me who's naïve when she aught not
Angry me wants to scream and to fight
Once again another me that's not right
Confused me begs to understand
Wondering if this was all planned
But there is also another me
The most me-e-est me a me could be
But that me must be kept out of sight
For like all the other me that me is not right
So happy me comes out everyones long time friend
She smiles and laughs but it's only pretend
She's still tired, still doesn't want to play
But she comes out anyway

It's perfect! Me to a 'T'
Or perhaps, maybe not
And we'll just let it be.

I'm flying up, spiraling down
feeling invincible, breaking down
I'm high, then low
'round the loop I go
flooded in passion, drown in pain
****** and love, hurt and distain
filled with joy, emptied to hate
rising up, to fall to my previous state
This rollercoaser going 'round and 'round
Lifting me up, to bring me back down