~Blue Sweater~
I stare into your eyes, and you stare right back.
Your eyes are teary from their word-attack.
They made you feel foolish, and they made you feel small,
but that's no excuse for the planning of your fall.
Their insults mean nothing, it doesn't really change.
You're just locking yourself up in a cage.
I feel sorry, really, but this has gone too far.
You've begun to paint your skin with scars.
Stop! I said stop! This is no way to act!
Just turn your cheek instead of standing taken aback.
You have to stay strong, and keep your head up!
Instead of throwing your life away in the muck.
Don't you dare tie that noose, or stand on that chair.
What will they say to find you suspended in the air?
You think this will end it, make it all better.
But it will really only stain your favorite blue sweater.
It will forever stay purple, you see,
and not do what you intend to free.
I'm trying to help you. Why won't you listen?
I don't want your eyes to roll back and glisten.
No more tears, no more scars.
You can't fly away to the stars.
I want you here, and so do they.
You misconstrue what they convey.
They're jealous of your talent and nothing more.
They actually don't think that you're a bore.
So, put the knife down and hold my hand.
I will keep you on this land.
And then I realize what I hear,
Are the words I hold so close and dear.
It's not you I'm struggling to see.
I'm looking in a mirror, and it's really me.
