12.04.10

Truth Be Told By Me

Thoughts untouched

Problems over turned

The world now sees the cracks

Pressure builds

Emotions fulfilled

Tears flow freely

I sit here now

Contemplating the future

Happiness

No where to be found

Crushed dreams

Broken Promises

Exist in places meant to be occupied

By passion and faith

Reality lost

Truth crumbles

Pieces scattered every way possible

Thrown in to oblivion

Shattered to dust

No body sees me

I am more of a problem than anything

Not a priority

Just something else not worthy to support

A figure, more or less unappreciated

But I see myself

A cry for help and comfort

Doubtful that anything good will ever come

Of me

I have a name

But nobody hears it

I had a dream

Everyone seems to crush it

Aspiration to become someone great

But how can this come to be

When nobody sees me

Just as a pathetic excuse for a daughter

Just as a remarkably weak younger sister

Just another member of a family where

Still

Nobody sees me

It's incredibly funny how I got given the talent

to make art

I even happen to want to live a life where art is my passion

But this is a life that my father perceives to hold no promising future

Why is it so easy to hate and not to love?

Why must this be the fate that i must follow

Can I not please the ones I am suppose to love

And do what i do best?