Hmm... yeah. Been on kind of a poetry kick lately, and I'm not sure why. I found this poem I wrote last year for H. English about myself and realized that if I tweaked it a little it could apply to Kyra. I think these are things she wishes she could say. She wants to move on and be her own person, but I don't think she can. These are Kyra's lies to herself, though a few truths are imbedded.
P.S. I fixed the little problem
Lies To Myself
If you make the wrong decision,
I'm the one who reels and aches.
If you don't try and make amends,
You're the one who's raising the stakes.
I'm not one to give in,
I wont break my promises to myself.
I can't give you what you want,
that option isn't even on the shelf.
I will get past this,
my life will go on.
In the end it's you who was the child
you can't tell me that I'm wrong.
I need to focus on my passion,
and leave this mess behind.
I will commit myself to learning,
to get this off my mind.
I don't want to grow up,
but I need to move ahead.
I have to learn to take care of myself,
though the thought fills me full of dread.
I should go to school,
and get some fancy degree.
But if I end up doing it,
will it be right for me?
I need to figure out my future,
and do it before my psyche is split.
I need to focus on my world,
but it's hard to in a space so unlit.
I will put the bad behind me,
with out driving away the good.
I will do with my life what moves me,
just as every one should.