I hide behind my makeup and hair
Because I cant stand the reflections stare...
Sitting here quietly
I look around...
Against a brick wall I beat my pen
to the tune of writer's block...
Some solemnly seek prestigious awards
While others know humility has its rewards...
Bored with this life that I am living
hearing the same words that are a given...
Driving away in the cold of night
Wishing that we never had that fight...
Why is it
that just when things...
Outsiders perceive me
in a series of random ways...
Sitting on a chair, dont know what to write
In front of the computer, under very dim light...
May I have this dance, May I have you hand.
To float like ghosts across this ballroom floor...
For every child that has been beaten.
For every child that was once lost...
Her mascara was smeared as she walked down the...
They started laughing when they saw her pain...