You analyze me like a therapist
But give advice like you’re a friend
You show the way like you’re a guide
Not knowing what’s around the bend

A young person sits on an empty park bench
a hat obscuring their face
tears sparkle in the sun when they fall to the ground
as their heart begins to break
the wind abruptly dies when the sobs begin
a token to their sadness
the trees stop shaking in the absent breeze
and the leaves cast a blackness
the shade that the young person feels
shelter from the burning sun
they conceal their emotions with a mask of pain
while their thoughts began to run

I'm overwhelmed and worried,
when nothing is around
I stand in a void of silence
but somehow hear the sound
of the voices in my head
screaming words so loud
tearing out their vocal cords
in search of what is found.

Isolated and secluded,
Paranoid and confused
Getting some peace and quiet
Without appreciating the view
The trees they sway above me
While I sit here alone
In the thickening silence
I just want to be heard
The world’s not crashing down,
I’m just falling up
Searching for a sign in the sky
To find some piece of mind
Not to say it isn’t nice
Getting some time to myself
It’s always fun inside my head
Staring off into thin air.

I watched a film today
The film was about love
But it wasn’t a romance.

It had a bittersweet ending,
That left me wanting more
But also full of closure.

I understood the characters,
I lived and breathed their pain
And contemplated their melancholy.

I wish I could find love
But I have to bear the weight
Of a bittersweet ending.

Sometimes I forget who I am
And then I cry
Because I never remember

I hate conflict, but I’m always looking for a fight. I just run away when it’s my time to step into the ring.

The curtains are drawn tight in the windows of my soul.

Creativity eludes me in the imperative moments, yet comes in waves when the time is so inconvenient.

The people who are the most cynical are the people who have been hurt the most. So why am I so cynical?