Worthy of a starePardon meSorry to be a nuisanceBut I couldn’t help but notice youLooking my wayGlazed over with an old brush till recentlyIt’s no surprise I evaded your perceptionTill nowBehind a screen of greyI existedLike the elves, humble and smallTinkering away with all the thingsYou would never care to acknowledgeNever care to knowBut here I amNowHonest and self-deprecatingFull and openSo maybe you could tell me?Am I? Am I? Am I... worthy of a stare?Perhaps I could entice youEncourage you to care?Eyes fixed in my directionStill and possibly in thoughtAm I so honoured?Am I so blessed?PleaseDon’t turn away nowIn an instant I may be goneAnd think what may become of meThink what may ensueSupposing thisWas the start of something new?Supposing it was meWho finally touched you? Brought you to?Don’t make me begThough my pride is so modestI can see you are attentiveI can feel you are hereMaybe you could tell meWhat I may do to allay y
Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesMay break my bonesBut words leave scars insideMy bones have healedMy pain’s concealedBut unseen scars will thriveThey dig down deepThey make me weepBut when I’m asked what hurtsThere is no scratchNo mark or patchThat makes the scars revert.The tongue’s a swordThat strikes a cordAnd tears the strings apartBut there’s no wordsNor healing herbsThat soothe a broken heart.Remember nowAnd every howAnd why and when you speakBe kind to allMake none feel smallOr call someone a freak.
Letter to...hey, motherI'm writing this letter to explain youwhy have I been away for so longdon't worry, I just want to tell youthat it's not your fault,not your faultI didn't want you to see me failto feel as if your struggles have been in vainyour hair is gray and it's not even timeyour wrinkles are getting deeper with every mistake of minehey, guysyou're sick and angry, for all I knowbut please, don't tear the pages before you readI won't blame you, I'll only let you knowthat it's not your fault,not your faultI'll only apologize for being a burdenfor crying and kicking at all the wrong directionsfor suffocating you with my incompletionfor never listening when you were in painhey darling,I'm sorry for never being aroundI just didn't want you to see me all run downit's not that I hate you, in fact I love you a lotand it's not your fault,not your faultyou're not responsible for these awful scarsyou're not the one who killed my prideso what should it be you to suffer by
A Princeless PrincessOnce upon a time, there lived an average girl. She was nothing special – nothing to distinguish her by. She went about her life, watching and reading all the princess stories out there and wishing that she too, would meet her Prince. She held on to that hope, clinging to it for dear life.It was pathetic, really. Over the years, she began to lose that hope. It turned into disappointment and then rage. Why had society lied to her? Why had it led her to believe that there was a Prince out there for her? She had waited patiently for him, doing nothing of interest with her life because according to the stories, happiness didn’t come until your Prince did.Her impatience continued to grow as did her loneliness. Finally, she snapped. She sobbed in heartbrokenness over a man she had never met and never would. No Prince or gallant knight would come to sweep her off her feet. Society had lied.As she reached this conclusion, she realized with a start, it was okay. She could be stron