Vicious Cycle

She looked at the ground before her eyes,
Just so they cannot see her as she cries.
Because storms pass and oceans turn,
But people seldom ever learn.

She is expected to be this way,
Never changing a thing each day.
Living her life as the world decides,
With no true heart in which she can confide.

It is easy to label someone for what they seem,
To give them a character, setting, or theme.
Yet your judgments are rarely true,
But that is what you're supposed to do.

Reality is Cold

Life is full of surprises.
Whether they are pleasant or a shock.
And promises can be broken.
What you think is true might be mock.

Flowers cannot grow without the rain.
They bloom from the cold and barren soil.
And with too much heat and energy.
Water can evaporate or boil.

Words can pierce like arrows.
Even if no one cares a lot.
They cannot truly know your pain.
Whether you decide to show it or not.

Healing

Sometimes raindrops have to fall,
In order to see the sun.
Sometimes you have to lose,
before you have won.

It is okay to cry,
When you are feeling sad.
Letting go of the past,
Isn't always bad.

There is no need for fear,
Because you can make it through.
Every step you take,
is always up to you.

Genetics

You want me to deny who I am,
To be who you want me to be.
Erase my identity.
Destroy individuality.

I am just a child.
I do want to act older.
For the world will only get colder.
And memories get stuffed into folders.

Can I drain the blood from my veins?
I cannot cut away parts of who I am,
But maybe I can.
And I'd bury them in the sand.

According to you, I am not alright.
I need to change.
I act too strange.
But you are all the same.