Paste a picture on the bottom
To make it look full
Society’s version of truth

I am the lightbulb
That burned out last night
But no one sees until morning

I pour my heart out on the page
My pain and anguish inky red
My anger black as dark as hatred
Shadows seeping creeping in
I tear my hair in screaming terror
None can see how young I am
Just a girl afraid of darkness
Shadows seeping creeping in
On the outside mask-like features
Smiling tell the world their lies
On the inside breaking cracking
Shadows seeping creeping in
So spin on world and leave me aching
What care you for who I am
Just a girl afraid of darkness
Shadows seeping creeping in

I am the poet behind the words
My fingers grasp the pen
My heart is bleeding out in phrases
For the sorrows that I see

A face looks up at shining stars
A child’s wonder in her eyes
A world of struggles not yet seen
A mystery inside her lies

Her braids in darkness shine like gold
Her light amidst the shadowed gloom
Her sweet delight a benediction
Offered to the pale moon

Her past and future swirl around her
Threads of gold and silver weave
Dancing in the moonlit shadows
Some for joy and some for grief

She sees them not, though, complex patterns
Veiled from her sight by time
Her life awaits her through the curtain,
Full of mountains she must climb

She does not fear though, does not know,
Her child’s wonder still holds sway,
A face looks up at shining stars
Glowing all so far away

Fractured.
Fragment.
Broken.
Pieces.
Mind awhirl.
Nothing ceases.
Shattered.
Better.
Mind anew.
No one understands.