Scarred.

This scar
Is nothing
If not, disastrous
There is nothing here
In the discolored flesh
That I would ever call "beautiful"
You say,
The scars of love
Should be admired
But, I still felt the pain.

Fear is Hope.

I'm scared
That she'll mess up
One day
And make me look a fool
I'm scared
That what she'll have to say
Will shock
And still the world
I'm scared
That I might start a change
And scared
That I won't see the day
Where change
Becomes, reality.

Picture Perfect Dolls.

You called it picture perfect
The smile that I held
A snapshot, of a falsity
A picture of my hell
The wooden chair legs bend and snap
Beneath my human frame
This dollhouse was not meant for me
And I am not its slave.

Retracing Steps.

The strangest part of falling
Is getting to your feet
Then falling yet again, again
And feeling incomplete
Then going back to find that thing
You thought that you had lost
And when you find, you'll be surprised
It wasn't lost at all.