I am told I am destined for Better Things
My kismetSealed with a dry kiss
A drop of blood
And an eyeliner smudge
Whilst I am shattering infinite mirrors
And trampling angel fetuses.
My locusa circle, in my
blind hunt for Better Things
You can't hear my scream through all this
cotton wool
and I can't see for blackness
I've saved in the past,
a Knight in Shining Armor
Now I am trapped
Armadillo fashion
In this woman shaped cage
They said I looked almost angelic
In my comet tailed
Star studded descent
Idiosyncratic in my lack of indifference
Diving for oysters
Holding Better Things
Now sitting in deaf icy stillness
Hand nearly frozen pen-shaped
Mind unable to carry these
Poetic abortions to full term
In order to cleanse itself
For the wait for Better Things

There is a great deal of depression that has overtaken my soul,
It floods deep within, into every inch that makes me whole.
I wonder and worry of thought throughout the day,
What is to come, to my dismay.
As a flood of tears pour out of me in all my expressions,
more and more comes, more and more depression.
I assure myself everything is ok!
But who am I fooling?
Then I burst into a spirit of rage.
I have questions, and there are answers.
But I'm afraid and much too weak,
When I try to explain,
I hear I'm hearing wrong and need to be meek.
But this is how I feel, there's no wrong or right,
But as I battle with myself, I always lose the fight.
I feel intimidated sometimes by others,
But as I said ''This is how I feel''
The pain in me is very real.
I lose control, my thoughts go wild,
If only you knew what I thought,
If only you knew what I fought.
I need my thoughts held captive.