She wants to be loved
But does not how to go about it
She loves the people that are most dearest to her
But to them she does not portray it
She thinks she does a fine job
But always second guesses herself
She hoped to know where she wanted to head
But she is more confused than she was in the past
She hoped to have some guidance
But feels no one understands her
She would love to give it a go
But does not know where she wants to start
She is always helping others out
But no one seems to pay attention to her unless she cries out
She wishes she was understood
But often is taking for granted
She wishes there was someone who could erase those scars of hers
But cannot find someone who will be there for her and that she trusts
In the end all she can be is independent
Because she would rather protect herself then be vulnerable to others
Been let down too many times was enough for her
She will always envy those who look happy
Who have that special someone
But will always be there for those who need her and are dear to her
I Used To Wish
independence was sufficient
lonliness a cause not a reason
mirrors all were broken
the inside is all poetry
darkness commingling
with gray, white light
for contrast only.
I used to wish the stars
were lovers. All existing
for me alone. I used to hope
for a knight to arrive
and bring me stars
and grant me wishes.
~~A~~