Fireside, snow outside,
The burning wood comforts my aching heart.
The wind strikes a chime
and smoke flies into my eyes,
But i don’t care that it stings,
    for i am already crying.

     Curled up in that chair,
I am hiding from everyone and
everything that disappoint me.
I sit there alone in my thoughts
        just like i did as a child,
when everyone ignored my existence.
No matter how hard i tried to please them,
     it did nothing to make them see
           who… I …really was.

   Age is just a number;
time is just a perception.
Age is maturity and reality is
    the imagination of the mind.
It doesn’t matter what i say or do,
I will always be
                      the broken
                                        child
                                                  in their eyes.

    I am already dying.
Lovely flames blazing blue,
encase this heart,
                             protect it true…
So i may once trust and love again
        one that is worthy too.


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