How can you remember when I have forgotten?How can you remember when I have forgotten?I've forgotten who I wasYet I remember youYou were the oneThe one who said, "You pathetic bookworm, you should just go die."Yes, I remember youI remember hiding in that schoolAnd yet nowThree years laterYou want to hug me?Say, "Remember all those things we did?"Is it because I barely hold a hint of resemblance to the shy inverted girl in the library?Well I can tell you thisYou don't deserve to remember me
Do I Have the Right to WriteIs it ok to write poetryWhen you aren't hurt ?When you aren't brokenOr woundedOr hopeless?I'm not poorI'm not hungryI'm not unfortunateSo do I even have the right to write?I have been brokenBut I was stitched upA patch jobIt healed crookedMaybe that's what poetry is forTo smooth down the cracksI think I can write poetryI think it's okay.
Hold my hand at the RuinsI've built impenetrable wallsWalls that can never be crackedFracturedBrokenShatteredYou broke through every one of themYou smashed your way throughNot caring about the woundsNot seeing the damageYou only saw meThe painThe angerThe absolute unwillingness to liveAnd you walked a million miles through a foreign landJust to stand next to meAnd hold my hand and stand next to the ruinsThat you created
Thanks For EverythingThanksNo really, thanksYou must be really proud of your ability to make me feel 10 inches tallI just want to congratulate you on being able to make me regret my existenceThe Way you slam my apologies back in my face, you have just perfected thatThanks I really appreciate itThanks for reminding me of just how small I am.
Putting the Mask back OnI'm so sick of trying so hard.Of being so perfectOf not doing enoughSo sick of being looked down onSo tired of being looked up toCan I ever be at eye level?Is it ever ok to not try at all?To throw in the towelTo go to bed angryTo take down the walls?NoIt's notIt's time to put the mask back on.
Moving like a poem, and smiling like a sphinxShe moved like a poem.I saw her sweep across the stageShe swayed her hipsShe danced like loveShe moved like a poemShe drifted through the crowdSmiling like a sphinxLips pulled lazily over her teethA seductive, mysterious, languid smileShe beckons you closerFingers wigglingEyebrows risingWith that sameIdleUnexplainedAlluring smileYou cannot help but be caught in her webAnd as you walk towards her you thinkWhy did I make it so hard for her to trap me?