I wrote this poem a while ago during my Senior year of high school that I would like to share with you all:
Trying to light the fire before us but it won’t light, it won’t light. Oh well that may be an epiphany of my life. In spite of what you said I can’t decided what I want. It’s funny how people change our views. They turn our hearts icy cold with fear. First their warm, fuzzy and their dear. But shattered on the floor you left me here. Darkness has seen me plenty of times. It knows me inside out among the lot, it could pick me out in a crowd. I’ve seen the rays of sunshine pecking out behind the clouds. I just haven’t seen it in awhile not since that July.
Don’t give up hope because you’re home. You’ve made it this far. And soon your broken heart won’t be for sale and you won’t be so vulnerable. Just writing down what comes to mind and I don’t care the truth is fine. You can say what you think but it won’t change my mind anytime soon.
They’ll ignore you like you’re just not there, speak into the air… not at your face. They are the ones to build a wall against. Don’t let them in. Don’t let them see the real you, they might think they know but it’s all misunderstood. It’s all behind-the-scenes they don’t have a clue.