Be your best in life and trust in who you are!

Sometimes we show different covers of our skin,

but remeber to be true to yourself.

I sit here staring,
at the wall.
The paint peeling,
while I wait for you.
Slowly dissolving,
until you might show up.
Every moment,
it gets more dead.
Why would you stay behind,
while something is dying.
Your presence can do so much more than you think,
until this mess is cleared.
I sit with my hands on my head,
just waiting, pleading for you.
But, now I have to wait,
for your arrival.

While the door knocks,
opens up and you pop in.
I rush into your arms,
and smell your normal scent.
The paint is relieved,
from the death peeling it away.
Just as you saved me from much worse,
the savior in my life.

Little Girl

I was always the little girl with the smile,
on every page of the pictures.
The one with all the pink bows,
the big, long dresses.
But was that just a show,
was that the real girl I was?
Was it just an illusion,
or the real thing?
The silence I always showed was me,
the only thing I kept was the shyness.
The silence I had on my lips,
always stayed behind.
The twinkle in my eyes,
was left from the tears.
The real girl was always afraid to be herself,
to show her inner side.
Bottled up,
hidden under those thick lashes.


In her room all alone,
was her only true space.
To spread her thoughts and opinions,
only talk to the shadows.
Hiding under the covers,
whenever the door opened,
or cracked.
She only talked to the stuffed toys,
while they listened and had tea.
But did those black button eyes,
waste the secrets,
or leave them in their fuzzy hearts?
With no windows in sight,
the walls closing in.
The sound of a single cricket,
the rain pattering on the roof.
When sleep came,
her dreams were a place to escape.
Rainbows and unicorns,
if only the world were a fantasy.
Even the best of imaginary friends,
couldn't replace the dreams.

She went to school,
never had real friends.
Only her,
and the sidewalk under her.
Staring down at her shoes,
laces untied,
no one told her how to tie them.
While she falls over them,
the sidewalk abandoned her.
Hitting the floor,
scraped knees and bloody noses.
Tears trickle down,
as she crawls the way back home.

What did she find that day,
even through the worst.
A helping hand,
held out high.
Not one from her dreams,
or her teddy bear.
Her face rose,
and there appeared another face.
2 eyes,
1 nose,
2 ears,
and 1 mouth.
The same like her,
although he wore a smile,
not a frown.
Her hand placed in his,
she felt more herself than what she was put up to.
She showed her true colors,
and was normal than she was used to.

Now the girl lives up to all those pictures,
the ones with smiles and pink bows.
The little loney girl,
came to be an open person for herself,
all from one little helping hand.