Withering petals of my hurting heart

Save me

I am standing here with a smile

Look how my lips are stretched wide

Like the birds in the blue sky

Free from anything that binds

Them to a world that is not even right

But my soul is shackled

By the monsters that do not hide

No matter how hard I try

They stay upright. A victorious smile complacent with my careful demise

We are who we are right?

So why is it that my demons are difficult to sight?

Years had passed with me being contrite

A chance at being accepted is what I desired

Because even though people think of you as a unicorn

It gets lonely in the nights

Being special sometimes becomes a curse and it's impossible to deny

This solitude that I am so fond of

Is becoming a prison...and I am terrified?

Cause even though I am tired and lost

I still hope that I am not too far gone to be impossible to find.