With a lazy pen the writer begins
vague descriptions of family and friends,
no beginning and an unsure end.
The story of a girl,
lost in her ways
seeing the world through blind, cynical eyes.
Mind and body plagued by insecurity,
thrust upon her with a cruel sense of humour.
A typical cliche which many claim,
laugahable as it may be;
steady steps in the wrong direction, driven by her own obsessive need for perfection.
It is behind her pen she hides the truth,
carefully woven into the words which bring her comfort.
So easily discouraged despite endless praise,
her words stay hidden, locked beneath a dresser drawer.
In desperate attempt to be set free,
finally her words for all to see.
Fearful of judgment yet encouraged by a temporary veil of anonymity
fingers crossed and hopeful eyes;
she types her story
this time free of lies
