We are Yarn

Rambling words created from the pain of being separated from family. It is a butchering of proper grammar. It is written as thought, instantaneously. It is a flow of emotionally clouded thought.

There once was a girl who wanted prom, and never had it, who worried of back fat and stomach fat and the way she was viewed.  Her life was manipulated, and she felt alone.  She cried when no one was looking and she felt so alone.  But she tried, she pretended, and she saw, and she copied.  Not in ignorance, nor in envy, she thought she knew, because she saw.  But she was wrong.  By mistake, from mistake, she tried to find her way, but was lost, she was u, she was her, and she is our daughter.  She was u, but she’s me, and you’re her, but she’s me.  And I’m lost, and she’s lost, and Ur lost.  But we’re one….  Separated, but sad, and yearning,   we are yarn, and are one, but apart.  There is sadness, and happiness, but false, but pretending we are.   This makes us alike, but not the same, but emotions, we weep, we enjoy the rain.  Though we hide under umbrellas, we still feel the pain, but excitement is life, when the drops touch our skin.  There was a woman; she assumed, that she knew, but she didn’t, but she did, but she copied, a poster already made.  The sadness is hidden, and expectations deceived, no one saw, and she knew, that she was alone.  The world, not at piece, but the knowing, cut to pieces.  And I saw, and they knew, we were one, cut apart, because the past, could not last, and the future I saw.  Now my heart, is breaking, and broken…..  But I live, because I hope.  Through the pain I will live, and I know what u see, because she is me, she is us, and u know what I mean.  We don’t bleed because we see, not colors, made of red, but of green so obscene.  We are what we were, and we were what became, because our past in in front, and our future behind.  Sometimes love underneath and hatred on top we run but we don’t know when to stop.  She is us we are her, but she remains alone, and we know because our past, we are left to atone.  Don’t’ u see what I mean, that nothing is green?  But red and we yellow because we hide behind….  Nobody knows but I do, but no words, but I’m nothing, but everything, because her I am, and u are I, we are her, and she is us.  Dark to light and death and back, we drag and struggle and pretend….  But she knows, through the clouds, because rain is the truth and we are the lie.  Not u, not me, nor her, but our fault… not urs not mine, but fault itself.  So I cry as I see and u demand, but your blind, if only there was ever any time.  U were lost’ I was lost, she is lost, and we cry, but never does she know, any reason why.  We will both find hell, and she will find heaven, because we are nothing, and she is everything, to me and to you, but we lost our way.  As far as God see’s we will both have to pay.  Cause it’s not 1 but its all, and that’s u and me, but she’s us, and we her, and this is the cure.  The universe, is not known, but the universe knows, and she is everything, and the everything knows.  So I wait and I live, through this pain that you hide, that you feel but make curtains, for emotions to hide.  But she sees and she knows as the sea will go, because salt u are, and broken waves am I, but together are her, on a sunny day over the ocean.  So I hide who I am, and u hide her from me, but allow it I will, because her will is the sea.  Don’t u see?  What I mean….  Nothing is clean, not u , not me, but we , are her, so u need to try, not cry but see, it’s not us, though we’re her, but she knows….  There’s no cure….  But she hides, and she’s sad, and lonely, but no one knows, u were the same and so was I, and so is everyone….. But her, she is different, cause u, are different, I am different, and together made her.  She is not perfect yet she sees, but has to lie, and u will never know, that is the reason I cry.   Though I tell u, u pretend, but I cry, cause I know, but u were born, not with eyes, but to hide, so she hides, and I hide, and she is alone.  Together, she could speak, though now u only hear her squeak, though u think u hear words, it’s only what you’re meant to hear.  She knows what is expected, not like either of us did….  So she keeps it from our ears, because she feels alone. But deep in thought she knows us fools….  And makes a charade of darkness hiding behind our curtains, underneath an umbrella, underneath rain made of tears.  The tears of the timeless, an opinion at the end….  We all know nothing, yet apart we are nothing, and together we are alone.  She knows, though we don’t, and ur lost, and I’m tired.  If only together, he could bring us, we could find piece.  But it’s his plan, not ours, and we’re blind, though we’re her, and she knows, because we don’t deserve, but he knows, that she does.  But she’s alone, and will be, because the path is painful, and though we failed, she has a light, and will find what is right.         

Author's Note

ignore grammar and structure.