The Words Of The Stars. A Poetry Book

Scissors

I want nothing more then to disappear...
Wanting the loud ringing to seize as it plays in my ear,
I wish with everything, that I can hide in plain sight...
Waiting for the inky blackness of the night,
I feel the need to change my identity...
So that maybe those around me will finally see,
So I take my razor edged mirrors and slice off my priorities,
So that every fiber of my being is used to hide, hide, hide...
My mind is slowly filling with anxiety,
But my urge to be heard is a sight for soar eyes to see...
It's a double edged sword this game I play...
But will it be enough to save the day?

-Pluto