Mess

I'm the girl who will smile like everything is fine,
But really is falling apart at the seams
Because you only hear the quick whispers
And completely miss the silent screams
I'm just a beautiful little train wreck Living on Saturn's rings
My head in the clouds
Ignoring reality
A walking contradiction, a paradox of sorts
A quietly screaming smiling angel, bearing broken wings,
whose fallen from her spot among heaven's stars
A dancer, dancing in a storm,
Here's my umbrella
I didn't see that the forecast read hurricane
Singing to fill the space
A siren with no one to please
An artist with a fascination with infinities
Maybe I'm a dream catcher
Dangling in space
Defying gravity
Fighting the nightmares away
Avoiding sleep like the plague
A warrior protecting her only light
By hiding her eyes and refusing to see the dark
If tears fall when no ones around, were they really shed?
A scared little girl
Trying to hold the whole wide world
Just to hold one moment in time
The writer with the soul of a thunderstorm
Trying to define the deafening chaos with only her vocabulary
Curiosity using comedy as a crutch
To paint on a smile
Another day, another mask
Trying to use super glue and Band-Aids
To kiss the broken pieces asleep
To numb the lonely
Because I'm simply just a pretty mess