Running after a boy
Named after the Sun
Reminds me of one
-Maybe two-
Of the ones I let get away
And the ones I made stray
Because I’m a bore
Or
Almost a whore
Whatever they thought
So unbelievably wrong
Have made me become
One of the strong
One of the fearless
One of the sad
One of those girls
That can’t help but get mad
When something goes wrong
Something out of control
Something that makes me crawl back
Into my little black hole
Where nothing can hurt me
Where I’ve unbreakable walls
And no one can hear me
Scream
Through the long
Empty halls
Interrupted by Silence
My miserable friend
That reminds me
Over and over again
Of the boys that I’ve lost
Or the ones that I’ve gained
Or the ones that I’ve pushed away
Cause I’m lame
But nevertheless
I stand proud though I’m bruised
I stand sharp and brand new
No matter how I’ve been used
Cause no one can conquer
This strength behind frailty
That holds up the mystery
Of the endless
…
Possibility.