The Darkness of the Music of the Night.

Sometimes, the more crap you go through the more you want to be alone.

The more you wish and dream of being able to curl up in a small ball encasing your problems as the core.
Keep them close and hidden. Protected.
Protected from the real world.

Then late at night they come out to play.

My Painted Face.

Once I find a colour strong enough,

I'll just stand still and look pretty.
Stand still look pretty.

You Asked If I Cried Tonight.

I said no.

Button Moon.

I'm so tired of it all.

I wish I could be the moon tonight.
Away from everything and everyone.
I could just look down at it all and laugh.
I really wish I could be the moon.

I'm Trying to Hate You.

But the hate just keeps on draining out of me with each of the little drops of anger that keep falling from my eyes.