Words to herself, on deaf ears constantly falling
Trying too hard to get the attention so coldy locked away.
A laugh, a smile, a thoughtful hmm, anything but silence.
But the echo of quiet rings forever in her shaky self esteem
Alone in a crowded room, invisible voices float around her consciousness.
The people she calls friend wander thoughtlessly away from her.
Refusing to acknowledge that they are the only tendrils of faint connection, lashing her to the world outside of her imagination.
She calls herself a dragon. A fierce, beautiful creature, winding through existence, fleeting though it may be.
Trying to make her confusion known, so that she can understand herself.
The darkness keeps her separate from that which she desires the most.
The clouds from the storms of yesterday forever dim her view of tomorrow.
Her dreams will eternally tear her apart only to then bind the very wounds they have just torn into her psyche.