SHE.

letting go
two simple words
They come out easy
but feel like a curse

seems so simple
to act a fool
with everything she does
she portrays so cool

yesterday life changed
for tomorrow’s dreams
today, however, is still haunting her dreams

she cries to sleep
and hates the sun
because she already feels like she’s failed
at what she has not yet begun

her heart is pure
and she loves completely
but she can’t stick around
because she ends up leaving

not leaving the room
but that in conversation
she slowly fades
dissonant into her own deep, dark depression

her skin is smooth
and she loves to move
but the scars on her legs
remind her of why she loves the blues

she used to run
and swing a racket
now she lays down
because she just can’t hack it

being a queen
never comes so easy
especially when the world is crying,
“please me, please me!”

she does what she can
and it’s never enough
her doctor prays
that she never gives up

incredible at everything
amounting to nothing
she cries herself to sleep
and hates the sun completely