Remember this
Remember this when the names they call out silently through shifty glances and backward smiles and sweaty handshakes become the password to the thoughts that they have planted in your ears
When you lie awake praying for the silence to drown out the sound of the battle in your head
When the world sees a smile and thinks your floating when all you feel is wave after wave pulling you under, the sounds of your drowning drowned out by the soundtrack you thought was a lullabye
But those dreams became nightmares.
When you see your cracked soul through lifeless eyes reflected by a mirror that sees only a shadow of the picture it's taking
When the music doesn't reach you anymore and when hiding under the covers invites more monsters than it saves you from because they're in you and they are you and they're closer when you close your eyes
When the door is closed and your eyes wide open and you wonder why
Why?
Why am I still here?
Because the sunset shines brighter in you eyes than the thousand stars you hold in your hand, and every breath you take washes over your desert heart making patterns in the sand more wonderful than the thoughts that bloom like roses and flow through you like a river and crash like a waterfal against your tongue until they pour out into the ocean that has become your prison but was once your escape
because You
You are the light that guides wanderers home; a beacon from a tower playing tricks on the eyes of the observer entrancing them with flashing smiles and shining eyes
You are the singpost, the treasure map, the interstate signal that says
You're almost there
Because maybe it's dark and the night you escaped into has swallowed you whole and maybe your sun went black and the stars fell away and the curtain was pulled over you like a sheet on a dead man, but you have to believe that it's only a storm and that the rain will pass and the flood will end and your head will break through and the sun will shine brighter on your newfound continent of wonder built on nothing more than your name because you are not a number or a label slapped on like a pricetag on a pair of shoes to be stepped in and on and over
No.
You are the one who paid the price for the life that others bought for you, your voice and emancipation proclamation screaming I AM FREE
you're free.
you are more than what they made you
You are your own light
Remember this when the names they call out silently through shifty glances and backward smiles and sweaty handshakes become the password to the thoughts that they have planted in your ears
When you lie awake praying for the silence to drown out the sound of the battle in your head
When the world sees a smile and thinks your floating when all you feel is wave after wave pulling you under, the sounds of your drowning drowned out by the soundtrack you thought was a lullabye
But those dreams became nightmares.
When you see your cracked soul through lifeless eyes reflected by a mirror that sees only a shadow of the picture it's taking
When the music doesn't reach you anymore and when hiding under the covers invites more monsters than it saves you from because they're in you and they are you and they're closer when you close your eyes
When the door is closed and your eyes wide open and you wonder why
Why?
Why am I still here?
Because the sunset shines brighter in you eyes than the thousand stars you hold in your hand, and every breath you take washes over your desert heart making patterns in the sand more wonderful than the thoughts that bloom like roses and flow through you like a river and crash like a waterfal against your tongue until they pour out into the ocean that has become your prison but was once your escape
because You
You are the light that guides wanderers home; a beacon from a tower playing tricks on the eyes of the observer entrancing them with flashing smiles and shining eyes
You are the singpost, the treasure map, the interstate signal that says
You're almost there
Because maybe it's dark and the night you escaped into has swallowed you whole and maybe your sun went black and the stars fell away and the curtain was pulled over you like a sheet on a dead man, but you have to believe that it's only a storm and that the rain will pass and the flood will end and your head will break through and the sun will shine brighter on your newfound continent of wonder built on nothing more than your name because you are not a number or a label slapped on like a pricetag on a pair of shoes to be stepped in and on and over
No.
You are the one who paid the price for the life that others bought for you, your voice and emancipation proclamation screaming I AM FREE
you're free.
you are more than what they made you
You are your own light