Thursday, April 11, 2013

That Girl

seen as the girl who has it all
but really one who is about to fall
one glance and you would think
that her world is painted pink
under the fake smile and make up
are the reasons she is covered up
too many scars that run deep
false hope playing hide and seek


carefully constructed walls built strong
to protect the girl who has done no wrong
caught in a fight that pulls her apart
stuck in a world that only seems tart
this is the battle that she fights
outnumbered every day and night
crumbling castles and melting crowns
broken promises and barren towns


a shooting star that lost it’s way
there are no heros coming today
feeling alone in a crowded room
is this life endless doom?
yesterday left with great speed
tomorrow is never guaranteed
she’s trapped in a web of another’s lies
and all that’s left to do is try


being told to reach for the light
but wondering if it’s worth the fight
walking through life scared and alone
like a princess who got kicked off her throne
at night in her bed, sleep does not come
the pain of her dreams are much too strong
silence chokes words wished to be said
thoughts building pressure in her head


sweet candy lost its taste
each day is another challenge to face
it could get better or much worse
and that is the truth to this terrible curse
one thing that she has left
is a pounding heart in her chest
as long as her heart continues to go,
this is her fight and this she knows

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Love (age 13)

how could a tiny word mean so much?
is it said out loud or felt with a touch?
when someone says “I love you”,
how do you know it is true?
why do people play this game
if it only ends in hurt and pain?


if my heart really did break
how would I fix my mistake?
am I supposed to just get up again?
pretend that I’m happy to lose a friend?
laugh as I witness their last escape
and then in silence sit and wait?


for something better or something new
and just forget everything about you?
let myself be attached by the heart
just so I can be slashed apart?
let the part of me that knows best
be turned into a bruised piece of flesh?


no, I couldn’t take that risk
because I know that I’ll miss
I know that I’ll crash hard
because I never keep up my guard
maybe I could try to come prepared
so I won’t end up scratched and teared


I’ll come hands in fists ready to fight
because love is not going to ruin my life
but love is masked with innocence
evil can slip by without giving hints
a boy smiled at me the other day
should I have smiled back or ran away?


some say love is a nasty game
a wild beast you must try to tame
fairy tales end with happily ever afters
movies suggest only love matters
but I’m not an actor or a princess
what are the answers to this love mess?