The Truth

Why do you say these things to me?

Things that you know hurt

Things that you know cut

Just like a knife

Oh but I can't say that can I?

I can't let out what's really inside

What? It might look bad?

Everything has to be perfect

Perfect mother, perfect father,

but not a perfect daughter

What happened there?

Shhh, the nighbors might talk,

They might notice something is out of order here,

It's just a stage, I'll grow out of it

NO! It's not a stage,

It's just me.

This is how I am.

I'm not a toy, pull my strings

I WON'T dance.

How can I get out of this alive?

With my soul still intact?

Is there another side?

A brighter place to this turmoil and chaos?

I don't think so,

I've only had a glimpse of a place like that

And then I sink deep into my turbulent sleep

Full of angry, bitter dreams.