Myself

Myself
A flicker, shadow, silent blur
She’s nothing, really, that’s for sure
Saw no potential in herself
Her self-respect was low in wealth
The average crowd took not a glance
So she took on a casual stance
With that in mind she couldn’t know
Know when to laugh or what to show
A candle flame, that's cloaked in dark
Was how she felt: a lonesome spark
She's insignificant to others
Sometimes even to her mother
She’s too unique, too nature-like
She loves too much a single hike
So, isolated and alone
She longed for her light to be shone
If others get to shine their light
Then why must hers put up a fight?
She guessed that standards don’t go well
With fashion, fame and plain rebels
She’s clueless as to what became
Of quiet, peace and things the same
So hardening, and bitter too
She clenched her jaw and managed through
But still saw nothing in herself
Saw no potential in herself
So, good at hiding, not wanting known
Her desperate fears; faced and shown
Reflections dreaded, mirrors gone
And dreading too the breaking dawn
Does anybody see her cry?
Did anybody watch her try?
My past
Not knowing the future nor past
She ambled along, always last
To all those who got in her way
She snarled and snapped through the day
Successful at making some foes
Regretting it much later, though

More past
Not knowing what to do by day
She trailed some friends and trailed to stay
In seventh grade she didn't know
How odd her years were gonna go
Was reckless rough and wont relent
Lived out each minute till she was spent

Remorse
"I'm sorry" those were the words on her tongue
Around him though, her breath left her lung
Regrets still there, remorse around
But time went by without a sound
"You cant change past mistakes" she said
So why cant she just smile instead?
A shudder, shiver, or a cringe
Just thinking 'bout her past, she'd twinge
So wanting out, though dreaming too
She longed and wished and yearned for you
Not knowing how to show her love
With small. pale smiles or lack thereof
She hates her past, wants all away
But set in stone, its here to stay
Forgiveness being an unused word
She hates to ask, hates to be heard
So now she comes on bended knee
Is there hope? She thinks she'll see
So listen, laugh or even cry
Or shudder, smirk, let out a sigh
She gives you this with trust in mind
Perhaps its smart, perhaps she's blind
But either way she hopes you'll see
A bit of joy behind her plea