Beacause...

Because, I don't feel happy anymore.

Because, I'm not sure if I'm meant to be. 

Because, my parents think this is a phase. 

Because, no matter how much I try, I just don't care.

Because, I feel trapped. 

Because, I'm scared.

Because, Because. 

Because, I'm lucky to have the friends I do.

Because, music gives me comfort. 

Because, he told me he'd be there.

Because, the world is beautiful.

Because, I love him. 

Because, I'm scared. 

Because, Because. 

A Girl.

And so she went missing, 

but her presence remained, 

her body remained, 

she remained.

And something about her changed, 

her outlook on like was different, 

her smile was different, 

she was different.

And she just began to stare, 

off into her own little world, 

off into space, 

into the sky.

And no-one understood her anymore, 

why she had become distant, 

why she has been lonely,

why she was sad.

But, one day she was found,

a piece of her still wanders, 

still looking around, 

searching.

And for him, she extends a thanks,

for being there when she needed, 

for making her laugh, 

for finding her. 

The Lonely Crow

The lonely crow remains, 

sitting, weeping, alone.

The lonely crow has been, 

betrayed, abandoned, isolated.

The lonely crow is now, 

searching, seeking, found. 

The lonely crow is going, 

running, flying, away. 

The lonely crow is,

a girl; in disguise; me.

Stare, Like I did before.

An introductory speech, in the form of confessions:

*Sometimes, I don't know if I believe in love

*Sometimes, I bite my nails

*Sometimes, I get carried away

*Sometimes, I hate people

*Sometimes, I love people

*Sometimes, I contradict myself

*Sometimes, I frown

*Sometimes, I let the world get the better of me

*Sometimes, I let music carry me away

*Sometimes, I would rather be sad, than happy

*Sometimes, I get speechless

But, all of the time I am afraid. Afraid of the future. Afraid of judgement. Afraid of silence. Afraid of letting myself fall in love. Afraid that I have let my self fall in love. Afraid that when I say goodbye it will be the last. Afraid that one day, the world will be too much to handle. Afraid of what hides in the dark, when I close my eyes. Afraid of the unknown. 

I'm afraid of sometimes.