The silence is what pierces me
The untold deadly weapon
that hurts and strikes
your silence is what kills me
the unspoken words
that are too scared to pass
my sealed lips.

The silence is what pierces me
The untold deadly weapon
that hurts and strikes
your silence is what kills me
the unspoken words
that are too scared to pass
my sealed lips.

Twirling circling twisting
the bubbling spirit
their eyes close to list’ning
burning dead eyes
Quietly piercing
untimely lies
watch the dark bird take flight
to send solemn word
we are in search
of something, anything
to hold and perch
something tangibly near
and realistically far
something to break the fear
and loosen the grip
on supposed to be’s
which stay on the very tip
of our tongues and minds
and haunt our souls
with something we will never find.

Why is it untitled? Because I haven't a clue what to call it.
I never thought I'd be doing this. I never thought I'd be so elated and relaxed.
I had only wished I would make it this far.
I had only wanted to go unnoticed.
Fitting in was all I was about, but I realised it was really about understanding and getting to know yourself better.

the days of feeling unappreciated had  come to an end.
It was all about me now.
Where I was going and how I was going to get there..

instead of a hearty declaration of love
i simply whispered, ‘oh, ****’

and you realised you’d never be rid of me
and now i sleep with a faint smile on my lips
and love bites tracing my hips

If I showed you who I was, would you cringe?
Would you laugh in my darkness?
Would I regret myself?

If I showed you my scars, would you stare?
Would they glow with shame?
Or fade into who I am, that being okay?

If I showed you my eyes, would you see my soul?
Would you find nothing there, like he did?
Or would you see the flame I saw in you?

If I let my tears flow, would you know why?
Would you tell me that I didn’t make sense?
Or would you know all to well what each salty tear represents?

If I showed you myself, and all that I am,
Would I finally understand it myself?
Would you make me feel whole?

If I showed you who I was,
If I showed you who I am,
Would you show me the same of you?

She is tired of following the same old routine,
So she makes plans for herself.
For an average girl like her,
Fulfilling these dreams seem as impossible as hell freezing over,
But she doesn't care.
She faces the world with a new-found confidence
And hopes of becoming even greater than she was before.
Her goals seem laughable,
They even say she has her head so high up in the clouds,
But she doesn't care.
Some do laugh,
They taunt, they tease, and they bring her down.
She stumbles,
But she still doesn't care.
She gets up and goes on with her life,
Because she knows what she wants
And she know that she can get there, no matter what people say.
And eventually,
She gets there.
*And she was glad that she didn't care.