I am a jar of hearts,


Holding secrets






Till I burst.






I am a broken tree,







That still sways at night,










In this breathless wind.














I am a road,













ever ending











well used by people.










I am a secret,







That travels from Isaac,






To Mary.




I am a warm cherry pie,



and ginger snaps

For sister and mother.
I am a song,


Repeated over and over again,




Till I break from the replays.






I am a broken smile,









That tries to lie






And say that I'm okay





just for tonight.




I am a movie,
Cried over more than


Once before now.




I am a story,





Never told,







And never will be.









I am a cherry,











With bitter skin












But a sweet center.










I am from this sweet lullaby,











That you use to sing








To get us to sleep at night.









I am a crisp a ahoy,







That we use to enjoy



On those warm summer days.






I am a picture,



Burned and warped
Over time of looking at me.

I am the shadows,



That watched you hurt




But never said a thing.






I am the secrets,







You hold so dearly,









And never tell anyone.










I am a smile plastered on,













To hide the hurt

























That haunts me at night.






I am a girl with a broken smile,







You have never talked to







And yet made fun of.






I am a machine,



That destroys myself


From the inside out.


I am the stars,
That you gaze at
To look for hope.

I am the water,


The sweeps you under




To shut the world out.









I am an angel,







With wings that are broken









That no longer hold me up.








I am a piece of crumpled up paper,









That you throw at your wall







When you scream I hate you!



I am the thing you never speak of,



Since you don't get what I am





And never will get.


I am a voice in a million,

That gets pushed aside
For the louder voices than I.

I am a mystery,



That never has an end,





Just like the ocean blue.










I am a abyss,












Always questioned














About everything.











I am a blessed curse,










That keeps you at bay








As you try to run in fear.









I am the sky,






That you stare at



As you draw everything.




I am a spider,

That crawls around

Freaking you out.
I am not a freak,

No matter how much




You want to think I am.








I am a thought,









Kept locked up inside











For fear of rejection.













I am a artist,







That draws what she sees







In the world tonight.







I am a rejection,





The thing you hate

When you show your work.
I am the ghost,

That has seen you cry



Behind those hallowed halls.





I am the jacket,




You wear to hide

What hurts you inside.
I am the bag,

That's on your back

Holding you stuff till I explode.









I am a movie,









That makes you happy











When there is none.














I am the bottom,

















That you hit













When your done.












I am your mask,









That you wear to hide








Your frowning face.






I am your house,





That you live in

And eat your meals in.
I am your team mates,


That you look up to


And show you are not weak.








I am you pet,






That you tell everything to










And let see you cry.












I am your parents,













That shake their head















In disappointment.















I am a cut,











That does not heal







And grows in your heart.








I am the friend,







You come to




For love, and hope.




I am you.


For I always
Have been.
I am your tears,


That you cry





At night.






I am your longing,





For someone to finally get you







And love you for who you are.







I am the bullies,









That pick on you,











Till you want to die.








I am the freedom,







That you want






And need.







I am that person,








Who gets you,







Like no one else does.







It's cause I LOVE you!