Poetry And Mixed Feelings

Heavy Is The Voice of The Angel

A dream that not many can achieve,

A dream of being an artist, in more ways than one

I wished for support but I find none in

this bland and creativeless world of torment and prejudice

and cruel and merciless judgement.

I have always sang. No matter what,

Its how I cope with the hell that is thrown at me

around every turn, I don't know where I would be

without my voice, my pencils and paper, or my

simple ideas of a better world.

I figure if I didn't have these skills I would

Have had to figure out another outlet and

Many are not my idea of good.

I had always taken my ideas to heart and pursued my dreams.

By taking them to heart, I come with more ideas and visions to chase after

An adventure in a sense.

Let the people I walk past on the streets turn and whisper

"Oh my gosh, its her!" to their friends.

"Who?" They would respond, unknowing.

"My hero. She made me believe that it gets better"

I want to make an impact on people.

Without this I will just be another face in the crowd,

and unknown girl who never did anything remotely significant outside of her

small home town.

Be invisible, or make something of yourself.

I want to make something of myself with my music and writing and drawing.

I dream to be the girl people turn to to talk.

I hate to see good people suffer.

I hope those who read this

Remember these words that are said.

They come from a good soul and a once lost girl.

I want to be someones light.

Someones inspiration and savior.

No one deserves to go unnoticed in the world and your

voice can and will be heard.

Patience is a virtue in the world and the world will listen

Dont let anyone bring you down and don't let your dreams fall and

Shatter like frail glass like I have almost let mine.

Be who you are and dont be afraid to speak out and sing, or write, or create something

spectacular. Its a dream that I refuse to let go of.

I refuse to give it up.

Heavy is the voice of the angel.