Poems By a Wallflower

Lucid~

Lucid

Liquid drops fall to the floor, sprouted by various flashes of what was, what is, and what could've been

Where is her shooting star?

It's missing from her night sky

Perhaps it was stolen by another

She searches relentlessly

The window becomes her best friend.

Little does she know, the moon is her star

With a heart as big as hers

She'd need all the luck in the world for her wish to come true

For people like her,

Little chances are given

At making it in this great big world

Not many could compare to her

Not many would dare

Is she wrong to feel that nothing could possibly go right?

After being forced through hell by not just the world,

But  by those she holds close too

She hides it all in the back of her mind

Hoping that would fix it instead

Deep in her heart she's fully aware it won't

It'd take a miracle to rid her of the pain she feels. 

But a miracle is something she couldn't dare imagine.

Her light of hope is burning out

Faster and faster and there's no one there to prevent it from permanently going out.

She feels forced to hold everything inside

Brainwashing herself to believe that no one would help her

That no one could help her

She was in this alone

Sometimes there are things you can make someone believe

And other times you can't

At those times with her, it's because she has most likely already forced herself to believe otherwise

Her soul was stubborn

She felt terrible for not being happy

She felt terrible for making others feel useless

She felt terrible because there was a specific way to make her happy

That she couldn't put into words

She was chained down in her own mind

The key sat directly in front of her

Just out of her reach

It's hell to sit and wait.

She tries reaching for the key

Only to find herself hurting again.

This time by her own doing

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