A name, something that sings out to the world who you are

I am something yet nothing

What I mean is that my identity is somewhat a mystery to me

Figuring out who I am and what my name means

It isn’t something I’ve had time to think deepy about

So I guess my name is nothing, at least for the moment

My thoughts picture a perfect self

Someone who I strive to be, yet such an image is blurry

An picture which I simply can’t make out even though I try so hard to see what is displayed on its surface

Prancing through the fields full of delight

A creature of pure beauty that illuminates at night

Through the breeze it fights

Survival is its goal

Most are dreamed about with a pure soul

Magic at its purest escapes from their horns

Rarely are such beings ever born

Rebel it does against the darkness of war

Yet still does it fight, even if it may be done for

Intolerance, blocking you out from all the world, shuting you within a small room that may never expand

A manipulative voice that whispers in your ear

It calls to you, tells you that nothing else is right

Your opinion matters, for none can dispute it

It chuckles to itself for the trouble it has caused, and the doubt it has induced

What shall you do, give in or become the bigger person?

For do you have the right to decide?

You cut through my heart,

But no blood I will bleed

I'm as dry as a desert,

But my love flows like a sea

You try to disturb me,

But at peace I will be

Why do I hold onto you,

While you walk away from me?

I went to you broken,

But no pain can be seen

You healed my cuts,

But scars you leave

I try to deny it

But it's just as it seems

I love someone

Who doesn't love me