After all, we all end up dead kelt floating on the ocean

Sometimes I think I am strong, I think I am tall, but what does it matter?

Thunderclouds rain in my eyes

Always monsoon season

Habits form from years of a self conscience painted girl

The mask I hide behind will fall eventually revealing the masterpiece

I camp under the stars, they shine like the tears on my cheeks

That drip from the  ducts of my eyes, of seaweed

The lines are not my limit, outside the lines, where I thrive

I will fall on the battlefield fighting with my sword

Not of bronze, not silver, but of my wall of diamond

Why are we thrown into this watery mess of emotion

The pictures with fade, but the words  shall remain

A good life, but what can I explain, like a last goodnight

my eyes, everything you cannot see

my ears, everything you cannot hear

From the earth children books to  avenues of spies

Over the seas, over the kelp

I picture myself, through books with stories of untold

My red striped pajamas are the warmth when inside me is cold

Villains are the ones that hurt they say, but can't the nice girl too?

Be kind not nice she says

It’ll eat me from the inside out

Ever thought about leaving? Just walking away

How many miles would it take?

The blanket surrounding me is what angels must lay on right?

The grass is greener on the other side, true, too true, across the world for me

Across the world, over the kelp

Elephants printed on a shirt of cotton

Lavender dreams

The drawer without the knob, it's fallen off its cliff already

To read another language, is that like not knowing how to read and seeing words?

I stare in the water pool but my reflection does not haunt me here

Like an apple so ripe on the outside, yet full of a worm

The worm is strangling me

I’d say help me, but I can only help myself

I progress, but where will I end?

On the ocean, floating like everyone else?