Inner faults
Haunting piano music trickles
Not a voice, but a scarred heavenly maiden
Gray eyes and black curls.
Hoping, despairing
Singing the melody that only I could sing
Trying to be a person that could please everyone
I was a puppet on strings.
A living memory of something long gone.
But people aren't meant to be mirror images
The fear that people couldn't accept me for who I am
The fear becoming a silver knife
The fear eating away at my insides
Nobody wants me
What was I doing wrong?
Desperately seeking approval and acceptance
Falling into a pit that can't be climbed out of.
Everyone else is more precious, dear, sacred.
Always having to smile through the pain
It burns the color of passion
But still selfishly wanting a piece of happiness for myself.
I am nobody's number one.
There are glass Barriers surrounding me
Protecting me from myself
But the glass is breaking
And with it, I'm breaking too