Obsidian-Siren

I don’t want to be wanting. I don’t need to be needing. I wanted to be a woman not a girl. I should be by now. But things just don’t seem to fit… There must be a broken puzzle piece somewhere. I can’t exactly stop pretending, but playing with dolls is something I moved on from. I don’t want to face the day when I will have to make some choices. I want to live on in my own little world… I don’t get hurt there. I can be who I want to be. I can be who I wish I was. I can have my happy endings.

I am but a participant in this wretched game of life Waiting for one solitary glimpse of who I really am Louvered fragments of pain, strength and courage Tousled with joy, laughter and momentary happiness The heated glare of darkened purgatory madness Guiding me to the cooler shadows of where I should be Too many thoughts race continually through my mind causing me to shake in a nervous tic of anxiety I sound mad but be not deceived by my confusion As it is not madness but fear of the known A nervous laugh erupts because in all this clarity I slip further into my minds abyss Love and warmth of another's compassion is all we seek