The Enemy

She stood still in her silent bedroom

A tear ran down her cheek 

The ruthless words of her mother

The verbal beatings from her father

Still rang in her ears

She stared into the mirror

Her enemy stood before her

Looking straight into her own eyes

She searched herself day and night

Relentlessly striving to understand

What she had ever done wrong

The tears were flowing steadily

She knew not what to do

There was no longer any joy in her life

Her lips had forgotten how to smile

A common thought crossed her mind

I must be a terrible disappointment 

I am useless I am worthless

I am a waste of oxygen

She fell down into bed

She wanted to be dead

With the covers pulled up over her head

She cried herself to sleep

The Passionate Boy

There once was a boy

Whose feelings were strong

They bubbled inside of him

But stayed under control

He lived his life

As a normal kid would

And then one day 

It all went so wrong 

The world began to crumble

He cried every night

He hid it at school

His mask was a sight

And then, he found

A book, leather bound

A book filled with words 

And feelings and thoughts

So one day he sat

At his desk with a notebook

And slowly but surely

The boy started to write

He wrote poetry and prose and

other things he knows

It was more than a hobby

Or a once a day thing

It was a beautiful addiction

An escape from his life

He described all of his strife 

And nobody knew

For he kept to himself

And he keeps all those notebooks

In the corner of the shelf

The Mask

Alone and crying

Your body shaking

As you sob so violently 

You remember

That you have places

At which you have to be

They don't know about your pain

Or that you're going insane

Nobody knows

You must hide the tears

As you have done for years

You put on the mask

And make sure it's straight

You go out into the world

With that mask doing it's job

All of your friends

And all of your family

See the mask 

And believe this non-reality 

This imaginary personality

And when you're alone in your room

You'll take off the mask

You'll write on your arms

And you'll climb into bed

And you'll sob and you'll cry

Because you're in too deep 

And no one around you
 Will ever know why

Restless

Tossing and turning. 

Sighing and trying.

Staying up all night,

Wondering if you were right.

Ideas churning,

Serenity burning.

Everything is coming to the surface.

Through your mind the problems race.

Unable to kill time.

Try to put it out of your mind.

Remembering it all,

Into sleep you cannot fall.

There is no relief .

The covers you go underneath.

All of your tears.

Your paralyzing fears.

You flip over your pillow again. 

Sweating and worrying then.

You sit up in bed.

What's wrong with your head?

Staring at the darkness,

You realize that you're restless.

           

Unique Freedom

Freedom may not

Exist in our world

It is a lie a joke

A fake

The freedom that does

Exist here is in

A different form

Though many do not

Understand and many more

Cannot find it

Whether they try or not

It takes a special

Kind of person

To discover the freedom

And peace 
It feels so real

As you turn the pages

Those who understand

Dance across each paragraph

With joy and pride

They find their new

Unique freedom

Peaceful wonderful

Magical freedom

Cut Off

No time

For feelings

Cut off

From thought

No room

To savor

The reason 

The meaning

It's over

Too soon

Just let 

Me sit

And think

Understanding

Will come

With time 

And care

I just

Want time

To wonder

And try

To see

The point

No time 

For feelings

Cut off

From thought

Old Friends

Old friends are like a soldier's dog

The soldier may disappear

Be gone for a long while

Come back months or years later

The soldier may look different

Feel different

But the dog will still

Serve his master

Comfort his master and

Love his master

Old friends are like an old photograph

You may be having a bad day

Or a bad week 

Or a bad year

But then you see them

And you are flooded

With happy memories and

Old jokes

And thoughts of other old friends

Old friends are like a wall clock

Sometimes it ticks loudly

Sometimes it's very quiet

You may move it around your house

But it is dependable 

It is always there

Whether you think about it or not

Whether you decide to check your phone instead

You'll always be able to hear it when you want to

It won't quit on you

Old friend are a gift

Valuable and rare

Old friends are not something to lose

When the world crumbles around you

They'll shelter you

Pick you up

Dust you off

Tell you to keep going

Hold on to your old friends