Poem : MY SOUL I BARED

MY SOUL I BARED, MY HEART IS BROKEN, MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH PAIN
THE THINGS I WISH THAT I COULD DO HAS LITERALLY DROVE ME INSANE
I'VE WALKED A MILE IN MY OWN SHOES AND DO NOT WISH TO SAY
THAT EVERYTIME I TOUCH A MIRROR MY ENERGY STARTS TO SWAY

I'M TIRED, I'M UPSET, I HAVE NOT MUCH TO DO
BUT WISH THIS NIGHTMARE WOULD END AND FIND OUT WHAT IS TRUE
I PINCH MYSELF SO HARD MY SKIN BEGAN TO BRUISE
HOW AM I AWAKE THIS NIGHTMARE CAN'T BE TRUE

MY SOUL IS WHALING, WIMPERING LIKE SOMETHING HAS DIED
TO BE NORMAL.. I EXTEND MY CONFIDENCE..THEN I HIDE
PEOPLE TAKE THE MOST FRAGILE THINGS IN THIS LIFETIME FOR GRANITE
UFO'S WE ARE, BUT THIS IS EARTH, OUR PLANET

WE ARE NOT THE OUTSIDERS OUR SPIRITS ARE LIKE OUR HOME
WE HIDE BEHIND OUR SOULS, TO US THAT IS OUR HOME
THEY ARE THE OUTSIDERS, WE ARE TRIED AND TRUE
EVERY ROAD WE TAKE LEADS US BACK TO YOU

MY SOUL IS BARED, MY HEART IS FULL, UNTIL THIS WORLD ENDS
ALL IS WELL SAID AND DONE...JUST HANG ON MY FRIENDS.

Stephanie