Poems from Her Cluttered State of Mind

For The Ostracized

Dry your eyes, stop the tears

Free your voice, shun your fears

You're all alone, can't you see?

Vanished and left in a space of agony.

Your movement is all but measured

All alone now, rest assured

That no one will ever come to see

The wounds and scars left to thee

For the merry laughter were all gone,

And the tears are on a constant run

Shed some skin, let them see

The beauty of the pain: you are broken but free

For in solitary confinement, there is hope

A strong-souled being, able to cope

To such tragic and selfish decisions

Of souls in all these worthless ambitions

Don't give up, just keep fighting,

Don't let the evil end up winning,

Face the storm, its rage and wrath,

Travel brave in this troubled path.

For you are the ostracized in this sick world,

Of false hopes and dreams, shattered into the void

You bear the scars of the lonesome but brave,

You show them the marks until to your grave.

And so you shall live in a world alone,

Of fabled nobles, no one but your own.

For your beauty prevails in all your weaknesses,

The rest of the world will see your greatness.