I would like to invite you into my life,

But when you arrive I’m afraid you won’t be welcome.

Mr. Groom and Mrs. Bride,

It must be nice,

But my independent identity ,

I just can’t sacrifice.

Little maiden,

You were young.

Young and clueless.

Clueless and ignorant.

Ignorant and naive.

Naive and mistaken.

Mistaken and hurt.

Hurt and wrong.

Yes you were.

Looking back,

You tripped often,

Didn't you?

Little maiden,

With your fickleness,

Blown about

By the winds.

You were reckless,

Without a clue.

No wonder they told you,

To wait,

To stop and think.

That actions have consequences.

Little maiden,

They were right

Now you see,

In the shadow of your memories.

I yearn to see the shining sun,

Although I've always felt its warmth.

But I have eyes that cannot see.

I yearn to hear the whistle of the wind,

Despite how often I've felt its touch.

But I have ears that cannot hear.

I yearn for my mother to hear my voice,

Although she's heard my hand.

But I have a mouth that cannot speak.

I yearn to experience life like you do.

Life in color, life with sound.

But I live life without music. A bird without a song.

I live life without pictures or color. A bird without adventure.

I am deaf, blind and mute.

And I live in silence and in darkness.

It stings, don't you know?

Bet you don't.

You only know,

What hurts you.

In your mind,

You're the victim.

You perceive that don't cha?

Bet you do.

I'm sorry,

to tell you that you're mistaken.

Will you ever grow up?

Seems like you can't.

There's always three sides.

My side.

Your side.

And the truth.

You know that don't you?

Bet you do.

But you ignore that don't cha?

I know you do.

Lavender twirled in beautiful circles,

with sunshine on her smile.

Her dress made of roses,

and shoes made of air.

Gentle and fragile,

A soft flower.

But inside,

Violet lived.

She was lonely,

frigid and silent.

Her skin was of marble,

and her eyes did not shine.

Her dress was soaked in tears,

as she sat still, drowning in thorns.

I am tired.

Always running.

It's always been this way for me,

Ever since I could remember.

I feel their glares constantly,

Expecting me to hurry.

Others wish I would slow down,

Or even stop.

I yearn to help,

To hurry or speed up.

Whether it's moments where lives are involved,

Or the happiest of memories are being created.

But I can't.

What I do is not up to me.

Everyone wants more of me,

But I am not partial.

I am fair.

In the future

My maker will put me to rest,

And finally I will be no more.

Gracious.

Her smile is warmth,

Her laughter is contagious.

Her words like a lullaby.

Eyes glittering with kindness.

She perceives the good

When trash is abound.

Patience escapes her as she drives.

But that's alright.

She is loved.

Unique to her Father.

In her friendship I find slumber.

In her loyalty I bask.

I think of the day when she will go home.

Oh how I'll miss her.

But we'll be forever close.

Here,

How we live is not how we want

And what we want is what we can't have.

It's no wonder people are creating lives within their minds.

Forming unrealities and living in their ideas.

Our physical world has become imaginary,

to escape reality.

I live,

In the depths where I belong.

The pitter patter of my influence,

It is foolishness.

To me you direct the blame,

Which I deserve.

I am desperate,

Unequipped with a mind.

I flutter, I stutter,

And you break.

I am in a cage.

But I am free.

And you're enslaved.

You follow my desires.

You're a puppet to my dreams.

If I could speak,

I would scream.

Please don't listen to me.

"If he picks on you, he likes you".

That's just always what I believed.

Every fight and every insult,

It's not pain,

It's what you need.

There were questions,

But no answers,

Respect and love was not the key.

And the truth about this man was,

It's not "we", it's only "he".

I ignored the humble man,

The sweet admirer who truly cared.

He saw the beauty that was in me,

Although I didn't treat him fair.

I continued with the tyrant,

Facing only pain and loss.

Knowing things should be so different,

As I tried to count the cost.

Discerning and denying,

Leaving behind all I've ever known.

Learning that love is something different,

From all that I've been shown.

Leaving the tyrant was not easy,

It was not in 1,2,3.

My sweet admirer helped me through it,

And he never mistreated me.

"If he picks on you, he likes you".

That's a lie please don't believe.

Love is patient and love is kind,

Love will never make you bleed.