At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
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She hears the quiet
In the storm
Protects her heart
When clouds form
She’s a delicate rose
Whose thorns will sting
If held too close
That girl she
Is complicated
And worth it
She
Is
Me
Reaching that high
When all seems to
Piece together
Time is in sync
Lovers in tune
Life is bliss
As change engulfed her
Fear flooded to the surface
Trust calmed the fierce tides
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
In the dark
Thoughts are spirals
Of chaos
–
Her personal twister
Traps her mind
Pirouetting through the air
–
Where will it land
–
Anywhere but OZ
–
For this dreaming girl
There is no magic
–
Flying monkeys
And witches
Would be a pleasure ride
–
She will not land
In the Emerald Isle
–
No, this Dorothy
Will not land at all
–
The twister has found
Its prize
To keep
Seduce me
With your eyes
Tantalize me
With your words
Push me
To the edge
And hold me there
It’s almost done
Little me
Go hide away
Don’t let them see
It’s ending soon
Just close your eyes
So you won’t see
Those awful lies
You tell yourself
It’s for the best
Just one more time
Just one long rest
It’s over now
Just go to sleep
When you wake…
The canvas sat bare
As I could not get
My shattering heart to pose
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