As you claim your power,
As you begin to love you,
As you free yourself from the burdens you so unconsciously placed upon your shoulders,

You'd be amazed the amount of those
Who so dearly "loved" you
Begin to shout
"Selfish!"

Oh and of course they will,
Because they know that definition well, don't they?

They know nothing of the word selfless
Because they have never
Been it.

his oceans are calling me home,
the green grasses no longer it for me

a stranger in a land unknown,
the blue waters are where i was meant to be

I've written about it so many times
but my pain is still invisible,
wrapped up in beautiful words.
I wish someone would rip them apart,
revealing the cruelty of it all.
But still i'm standing here
dressed in a blanket of suffering,
trying to turn it into something beautiful,
but i've run out of ideas.
I'm trying to make you notice me,
lying in the arms of solitude,
naked, scared and worn.
I feel so vulnerable even thinking about it.
My only way to speak about it is poetry
and i've already said everything,
I'm only repeating myself.
But it's in vain,
comfort's still out of reach.