Slam Behind the Cutian
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When you think about yourself,
and who you really are,
do you picture someone in the shadows,
or a blinding bright star?
But who you really are
is completely up to you,
because everybody has
Brown and White walls
Confinment everywhere for all eyes to see and stair
Thirteen girls five room
Quiet and afraid of ourselves
We are here for a reason
We want to die
A mass pool of children are labeled and mixed together
All different cognitive thinkers, forced to pay attention
To topics that don't matter
iPhone. math. advertisement. distractions.
Reyna is an undefinable person
Every characteristic of hers contradicts the other
She's smart, yet so foolish
She's friendly, yet so anti-social
She's strong, yet so weak
This is the me that they know,
A smiley, carefree me that they know,
The girl who is always happy,
The girl that always laughs and is Godly,
.
That girl that gives the best advice,
Behind this mask i wear, behind my fake face, there lies my true image. Broken beyond repair, shattered into million peices, a tortured soul
My days were dark, the hours slow
Out of bed I could not roll.
This dark, eery feeling crept into my heart,
When will my happy days finally start?
I pushed and I kicked and I screamed in my sleep,
My silence kept me alone.
I remained invisible to everyone around me.
My thoughts stayed closed off to the world.
No one understood who I could be.
Slowly but surely I grew.
In my heart you will find,
A thorn bush grown with time.
Rose buds are here and there,
But not one blooms anywhere.
In my mind you will see,
Scattered thoughts floating endlessly.
