This world,

This life,

hardened my heart.

Once made of glass,

Now surrounded by stone.

I have to keep it from shattering,

More than it already has.

But then you burst in,

Throwing open the door.

And your tender touch,

Makes me shiver.

And your tender gaze,

Makes me pull closer.

And your tender love,

Breaks through the stone.

And your tender affection,

Repairs the fractures.

And you remind me,

It’s okay to be tender.

You can be tender and still bite.

As long as you love,

And don’t hate.

Everything was cold. Where was she? Where was Mother? She silenced the whimper in her throat before it came out - Mother had told her not to make a sound, she would listen. She would find Mother. Where was she? It was dark. She shakily pulled herself up to her knees, feeling the smooth stones of the floor beneath her hands. Why were they wet? She took in a breath, crawling forwards, trying not to make a sound. There! She reached forwards, grabbing onto the fabrics of Mother's skirt. Everything would be alright now, Mother would explain why everything was so dark. Was Mother sleeping?

'Mother?'

No sound.

'Mother, wake up! It's dark, you need to turn on the lights!'

A sound, not from her. The door groaned open, but no light entered the room.

Mother wasn't moving and she didn't know where she was, what should she do? She scooted back, not breathing.

"Hey!" Somebody shouted, "There's a kid in here - oh. Poor lady."

More sounds.

"Hey, kid, we need to leave, they'll be back."

She shook her head. "It's dark, and I'm not suposed to go with any strangers.'

"Dark? Kid, it's the middle of the day."

Can you feel the morning sunshine rays? Gracefully touching the fields of golden grass, the earthly breeze enchanting the frigid air. I dance through these fields leaping past life and death, escaping to the other side. There is but one true love for me. That is, the caring, sentimental, soul that guides me, my mother.

I was never yours

because you’ve always been hers

I was a temporary fix

to heartache, I could never cure.

Struggling to trust,

My heart begins to rust.

You want in,

I want out.

Out the walls,

In your arms.

You beg and plea:

“Let me in!”

I am deaf to your cries.

I'm a hostage to my own mind,

It saying,

Everyone I love will (try) to hurt me.

I know something's wrong with me,

I’m broken beyond repair.

There’s no need to (attempt) to comfort me,

With the pain no one should bear.

I want out this prison,

To find freedom,

But freedom is a fantasy.

A lie everyone wishes to believe.

Just leave me with my trust issues,

We know you deserve better.

I wish I could be better;

I want to be better;

But I fear that's impossible.

My heart is locked and the key hidden,

Somewhere in your soul.

But maybe it’s easier to leave me,

Then to mend me.

We all know, no one likes broken things.

And that is what I am.

I am a broken thing, full of rust and broken trust.

~Shadows

I hate it.

I hate it

when girls let themselves be bossed around.

I hate it

when girls don't even respect themselves

but expect to be respected

I hate it

when girls are so shallow.

I hate it

when girls are so easily influenced.

I hate it

when girls spend so much time,

trying so goddy hard,

to be someone else.

I hate it

when girls have no backbone,

like they can't stand on their own.

Seriously,

I can't even tell them,

"Just be yourself!"

Because all their life,

they copy others.

There is no such thing as being themselves.