Another poem I wrote…  What if Aeris really wasn't this cheerful person that she appeared to be on the inside?  What if she had her own depression and worries and no one understood her?  This poem could have been how she felt.

Who am I?
Am I really what they say I am?
"Little Miss Innocent" with flowing locks of golden brown who can't breathe on her own...
Living behind a smile and hasn't suffered enough to know life...
So what if I live in nature's beauty?
Hell is just heaven with unseen deadly impurities.
Look close enough and see the truth.
So is the same with my eyes...

What am I?
The average girl with no ambition?
Or a bomb waiting for the right time to explode.
You are mere ignorance if you see only appearance.
And I might just take you down with me...
Blasted apart from stress and longing...
Who will defuse my soul and save us all?

I am like the tears of the sky.
Starting in clouded confusion and blissful ignorance.
When I see the truth and start to fall...
Faster and faster, feeling colder and colder...
Just like vermilion rain.
I wonder when I'll hit the ground and melt into memory.
I am me...