Burn

Watch the burn,
And act the victim.
One day maybe,
But I still can't forgive him.

Why are your demons male?
Maybe because of Father, when he turned me frail.
Skinny on the inside but on the outside I'm different,
Just a wasteland of dust, my dreams remain distant.
"WHY DID HE DO THIS?" My innards scream,
I never knew my anger would become this keen.
On the outside I dance, and normally sing,
But when I write I release my sting.

. . .

I can't help that you don't understand,
But these feelings will never remain canned.
Frustration it rages,
We never turn pages.

Avoid problems, let's cover them up.
But, as always, it's never enough.
I won't apologise for my mind,
Mixed messages, by which I won't be defined.

When I'm with you I don't see perspective
Please don't ever, ever, ever forget this.

I am strong, I always have been.
To let you go,
Well,
Now unhappiness is not my sin.

(I wouldn't give you the pleasure of thought)