I keep telling myself that someday
I will do great things.
Maybe that someday should be today.

I still freeze
when I hear
your name.

Nothing haunts me more
than the what-ifs
that churn around in my mind
caused by you.

Your azure eyes
that burned me
everyday in choir
have branded
permanent marks
in my mind.

Now, each day,
I must look into the mirror
and face the fact that
although I can see you,
you will never be a part of my life.

We get on the escalator.
I see you three in front
already deciding on
going on the ride together.
What about me?
Your shadow?
The person that always appears
when you need things
then instantly disappears
when you don't.

You have trapped me on the
other side of the barbed wire fence.
I have scars to prove it.
You have taught me that no matter
how hard I struggle,
you will always see me as the
aloof, awkward sociopath
that you have reduced me to.

After this imprisonment is over,

I will hold the weapons.

I don't find the point in
violence.
Only peace will stitch together
our torn world.

Choose to
take a stand
against everyone
who thought of you as
undeserving, unwilling
unimportant.
Nobody takes away
who you truly are
on the inside.