Beneath My Frantic Vision

Beneath the chaos of your words,

Lies a timid quiet mind,

A girl who jades herself from the real world,

Bleeding for a truth, a touch of real love,

Beneath the sighs and the screams,

Sits a heavy hearted woman,

A broken shadow that is scared of the night,

Scars that rip through the sunlight and leaves shades of grey,

Beneath the underlying thoughts of your manipulative mind,

Runs a frightened and insecure mother,

Strong willed with vibrations of a tattered soul,

Starving for a family, a chance at a normal sense of home,

Beneath the silent bellows of her own cries,

Stands a angered friend,

Ripped by the walls of the community,

Settled in the deep puddles of the blood from the knives stabbed in her back,

Beneath the passionate echoed lies of your tongue,

A crippled lover falls to her knees,

Cut with euphoric sores and a her broken mind in hand…