Artist

Those whom are easily liked by everyone
will seldom be loved deeply by anyone 
Maybe some people the world belongs to 
while other people belong to the world
I’ve accepted my fate 
The girl who no one understands
The witch who burns in the sun 
Fated to lie in the middle of the ocean 
singing a siren’s song for eternity 
I wonder if anyone will ever hear it 
I wonder if it will have been worth it 
To create art that no one will admire 
to help those who will never care 
Should I have tried harder to be normal?
Picking my own petals 
and throwing them on the ground just like them 
Watching the water endlessly drip
from the blue roses on my ceiling 
Forcing my pen to the page 
begging myself to leave a legacy 
so I can prove myself to me
Needing to believe I can impress myself 
as much as I disappoint myself 
Expecting anything but misery 
to pour out of these poisoned veins 
Drowning myself in what I masquerade as nourishment 
Pleading to the moon to stay out longer 
Maybe feeble minds don’t need vices 
but have you ever wanted to go to sleep 
and not wake up? 
I’ve always had to live life the hard way 
Trapped in chaos and rejected by tradition 
Art has tainted my soul 
And now I see an ocean 
where others see a puddle 
Where people see nothing 
I see everything 
And no one can ever seem to see me 
It’s lonely 
Thinking the way that I do 
feeling the way that I feel
My voice gets sore from singing a siren’s song 
while I violently break through these walls that imprison me 
even though I built them myself 
My body lays still as my mind wanders the abyss
Searching for the words
that will give meaning to all the pain I endured 
I wonder if it’s a good thing 
that my mind is as open as the ocean 
and resides below the tides 
I can find reason for anything 
and meaning behind nothing 
Humanity in everyone 
and beauty in everything 
But is that worth being misunderstood? 


- Artist