It'sall that I have left,
The only memory of you...

Some things will never be different,
They will never change...

They think they can see me,
The real person inside...

Open to all new opportunity,
A quiet awakening...

Rearranging this and that,
Cutting out everything you hate...

Alone.
I'm sick of this...

Letters, rearranged to,
Create my emotions...

Transparent and broken,
Is there any use, any need...

I believe I will laugh,
Until I start to cry...

Critic watching my every move,
I can't be perfect...

What was wrong?
Who do you blame...

You speak.
Time stands still...