She takes her stubby pencil of red,
desperately tries to show the tears she shed...

I guess what I meant when I said "I'm...
I'm just coming up with an excuse for my...

Fireworks explode across the pages in my mind,
Taking me back to the first time we met...

Mindless scribbles in a margin,
eyes vacant of hope...

Pleading with the one freedom they left me,
my voice carries throughout the hallways...

Take my hand and follow me to the mirror,
see the girl staring back at us...

A smile that could melt even the toughest,
square glasses tilted slightly to the side...

Looking down from this steep ledge,
people look small; distant from life...

Silent mountains quake
providing no warmth...

Dear Dad,
It's been awhile now, have you got my messages...

Optimism, filling my cup to the brim,
standing on edge, ready to spill over...

Walk along dreary, grey streets,
find your way through humanity...