MistakenAngela

        I know that I would be a bird in another place and time But not a bird to soar free; one who's captured behind bars A bird made flightless by clipped wings, to sit and watch the world Never to feel a freedom breeze or claim a nest to perch Never to take a breath of air and chirp out harmonies Because in another place and time, history repeats

When a soul is trampled upon, no longer will it sing Much like a bird, with torn wings, will not soar Damaged goods, often tossed away from existence Disregarded, no longer needed, no longer wanted Much like a child, too young to understand happiness Yet, old enough to understand pain

When I was alone, I was left with nowhere to turn Nowhere, except the blade Under the knife, it was possible to feel alive again But if I cut too deep, I would be met with death No one could help me I was lost I thought that I would be forever alone in my misery Too lost to be found Too invisible to be seen When I thought that I would finally take the last step Step off into darkness I was found again Maybe his interest in me will fade For it has happened before Maybe I am just a new toy For it never lasts But until then, I can smile A real smile Years ago I may have smiled like this often But now, it is a rare treat I am

Self expressions are hardly ever true in the world today A smile means nothing except maybe to say Tomorrow, I'll be even stronger than I was today My lips lift at the corners, but I'm biting my tongue And to think that this year has just begun When you see a true smile it comes from the eyes The doors to the soul, the emotions of the heart The eyes are the truly expressive part My lips may lift, but my eyes are all but glazed Trying to be blind to the world's evil ways Fingers twitching as the whispers' sneers pour in Your heart beats more quickly when you lie through your teeth Righteous ears will never miss that rhythm-less bea

My life is made of simple regret I must live with memories I cannot forget —many things I wish to push away To think about not another day Yet with everything so chaotic I find it hard to think about it— I wish only to wish away strife What I have been forced to do by knife A sword can be quite a lovely device But pen is metal and clear as ice One day I hope to remember no more For my thoughts to wash away by shore Every action is done and cannot be re-acted Though civil wars will be reenacted— One mistake surely will haunt my being No time to turn back future—seeing Would God and His Almighty hand Lift me

They label us as suicidal Troubled teens without a purpose They wonder why they try to teach us Claim they've done all that they could do Claim that we would sooner hurt you Wonder where they got all their facts from When high school has just only begun An anger-prone, delusional eye sore Just another rambunctious teen whore Will we let them label us? We label you as too old-fashioned You're living life without a passion You live your days towards an ending Since you're old and probably dying Will we sink to your level? Wonder where they got all their facts from When high school has just only begun An anger-prone, delusional

A sick and torturing dream turned nightmare I played the role myself, oh, I dared Never knowing how it would end Forgetting my heart can't mend Love is a poorly written joke One, I am guilty, I spoke But I know so much better now To get out of this trap somehow A web is an un-weaved lie I couldn't spin one if I tried A beautiful thing, simple in complexity Yet, what is left for a girl like me? Love is a very painful operation The kind that would need an amputation They cut off my heart and they sold it for parts Just another scrap in a love-less chop shop Love is a wonderful thing It inspires meek hearts to hang themselves 't

                                  A candle in the distance marks the suffering of many                                       As a dollar is used to buy one's life for a penny                                            To what do I owe this pleasure of death?                                 'Tis not what I hath done when with the sword I am met                                                  Men travel the world in search—                                           Job may profess no need for such Earth                                                   Allure one man to a fate of fire