She learned the art of staying still
And displaying strength
To others she was detailed, but in reality she was a blank canvas
Her arms were the palette for the red in her mind
The lines were her numbers helping tell how much time
How much time she's spent wasting her precious breathe
She broke out of her cage to take the next step
Her head soon filled with distaste
As she smelled the hatred scattered around the place
In every store, every taste
The hatred she senses isn't what dreamed of
Was this what the world has become
She left to learn how to feel again
She returned feeling more numb
A few steps down the road she took a chance again
The lines were scattered all over her skin
Displaying how much time she spent in her mental prison
Displaying how strong she became, how she developed into a woman
The world was In a new light
Not in such a pessimistic view
The optimist in her saw that there was not one side but two
Oh the glory of happiness
Oh the vengeance if sadness
She know that you can't have one without the other
So she's willing to take chances.
/k.p./
