Behind this mask
of coldly calculated reason and logic,
is a small girl
choking on her tears,
in her despair.
All she wants
is understanding and acceptance,
and even love:
But, she’s too meek to ask for it.
So she just cries and mourns
the waste of her eighteen years,
the loss of her joyless childhood.
The gray clouds swirled against the black sky.
Twisting beneath my sheets,
I rested my head on the windowpane,
Searching for some sign of hope above.
Stars flickered amongst the clouds,
Dimly lit, hardly something to look up to.
Craning my head back against the cool glass window,
I could see the bright, red-tinted body of Mars.
Intrigue and wonder tugged at the corners of my mind.
I gazed in awe at the beautiful speck of light.
Can’t the sky always be like this?
There’s always something breathtaking about the night.