I fear I am repetitive, contrived, predictable

I fear that everything I make is plain

I’m walking in the footsteps of those with real talent

And everything I create sounds the same

I try and rearrange, and it comes out sounding stale

A song that sounds like one that sounds like more

I try and protect my delicate creativity

As it breaks itself against the rocky shore

When I can't and it breaks, we’ll wash  up somewhere

And men will call that wreckage beautiful

But that they also feel like they’ve seen it’s like before

And so I will rebuild and try once more

There was never

The need

Nor the desire

For her mind,

Her words,

Or her existence

Until their

Greed

Overcame

Their

Self-control.

Then they needed her.

They were desperate for her.

They were desperate for her

Body and

Nothing

More.

He was different.

He wanted it all:

Her mind

Her words

Her body.

He couldn't survive

Without

Her existence.

But

For too long

She had been

Worthless,

An object,

A second-hand person,

And though

He held

Her and

Told her

That she was

His world,

She was always

Terrified

That one day

He would

Act just

Like the others

Proving

That she really was

Worthless,

Pointless,

An object.

She was afraid

That her entire

Existence would

consist of being

Used.

The first time that we meet

        It's quite imperative

That you know it isn't me

        It's my representative.

We hide our ugly side

        Behind a fake store front

Not sure we can confide

        Can we be so blunt?

We try so very hard

        Make sure no one can see

We put up our guard

        To hide reality.

The amazing girl at work

        You wish would notice you

She treats you like a jerk

        In front of your whole crew.

Take my word for it

        She has a secret side

She tries so hard to fit

        As your world and hers collide.

The bully at your school

        Is actually really scared

That he'll look like a fool

        When with you he's compared.

Don't be intimidated

        By anyone you meet

They aren't that complicated

        No one is 'elite'.

We're broken and we're scarred

       We have impurities

Life's already hard

       Without insecurities.

I seek refuge from a judgmental world.

I hide myself from the pretty ones, 

the ones who lack even the most humane flaws.

I fear the stares of disgust I may get, but never notice.

I choose not to pay attention, and place a cloak of invisibility 

upon myself, so dark that all can see.

I am never completely alone, for I can feel the stares that aren't even there 

and can here the thoughts that aren't even made.

I'm insecure about myself, but no one else sees these flaws

because I'm completely perfect.