Trapped in my head as a globe shakes snowflakes fall. as i spin in circles trying to find the voice inside me other than society trying to round up the expectations of being somthing i’m not.

in a world where right is wrong and wrong is right trapped in society were expectations are like castles on a mountain. The wind flying freely in the air whispering into the ears of women. Be this be that do this do that yet you still don’t know what to do. Because it isn’t ur own voice leading you. It’s others.

The sick twisted truth lies between the lips of those who can’t keep quiet needing to prove themselves to a world that doesn’t care if you’re alive or dead. the eyes that lie sleeping having the ears to follow the voices other than there own. sleepless beauty lies between the lips that one closes and observes as the other talks unaware of the danger.

As the wind flies. the expectations hit women like a knife in the heart Twisting it. Be this Be that so this can happen. but tell me what is this to happen ? all that’s happening is the voices growing louder in my head, ignoring my own heart. Breaking it trying to fix it so i is liked. yet yours was already dead before mine broke. what’s the difference

The wind still blows by whispering into the ears of those who were led by betrayal and blood lust jealousy. But all there is a broken heart in the midst drenched in blood. Squeezed out. Yet all i can hear is “shatter me” “shatter me” as the wind whispers by. the wind says “for i would rather not feel. trapped in this globe unable to get out. numb the glass can be broken yet i hold my own self back”

i ask why are you holding back.. the wind replies “i’ll fall and no one will catch me when i have to face this hard reality. knowing that there are knives poking up awaiting for me to fall” I say..

you’d rather bleed to death than to be broken over and over again. the reality of the world is the whispers, voices yet there’s always somthing wrong with us. trapped in this globe unable to leave i scream. SHATTER ME break the glass. free me. from the expectations of this world the wind that whispers into my ear the demons that taunt my dreams let me be free. from what people say for now cause i don’t even know what i think of myself.

My head has been clouded by people’s discrimination yet míne is a small cloud in the midst of the storm of people.. having to think about it the voices growing louder yet the storm gets bigger. the blood runs thicker atlast I’m dead. in a grave i never belonged in. The voices will never stop when all you hear is them. at home and school My ears becoming instruments for them to play with while i lay to rest. i rest on scars nobody has ever known yet each scar represented. every single word they said to me .