Your voice overpowers your thoughts
You can't hear a think
But you push more and more words out
Your face is turning pink

Now just rest a moment
And remember to breathe
Can you remember all that you have said?
My ears were starting to bleed

Your conscience has grown tired
Of yelling it's discourse
You can just barely hear it
It's voice is now so hoarse

Now just rest a moment
And remember to blink
Hold your tongue still
And begin again to think

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She dreamt of Cassidy again, who was kneeling in front of her. Cassidy's eyes were merry and she held onto the dreamer's hands.

"You're my friend right?"

"Yes, I am, your Highness."

"Well then I want you to call me Cassidy."

"Yes, your Highness."

Cassidy laughed in the dream.

"I'm glad you're my friend. It can be so lonely sometimes. But I know you'll always be there for me, and that makes everything so much better. Thank you, Tara."

"And thank you--Cassidy."

The rest of the dream was of the 2 girls playing. The dreamer envied how carefree they had been.

She woke up and felt a tear on the side of her cheek. She missed the princess--Princess Cassidy--that she had had so much fun with. What happened though? Why was she here?

But she also had a tiny smile on her face. The memory of the joyfulness was enlightening. And now, she knew what her name was.

"Tara." She closed her eyes and saw a woman calling her name. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her face was radiant and smiling, full of love and kindness. More tears came to Tara's closed eyes. "Mother," she whispered longingly.

The scene changed to show Tara's mother again. This time, her eyes were filled with fright. "Tara, hurry! Go now, before they catch you! Run! I'll be fine!" Inside Tara's memory, the smaller version of her was terrified, but obeyed. The little Tara ran out of her cottage through the back door, running and running through the forest behind their garden. She halted when she heard a gunshot and her dearest mother's scream.

Tara gasped and her eyes fluttered open. A steady flow of tears was streaming from her eyes now.

"Mother!" she moaned, knowing that no one would ever reply back ever again.

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I make the world see how I really am
I throw my mask away coz i don't give a damn
my princess act is over because you had found out
the peace around is over, i'll be covering my mouth

the chandelier so grand and great
this ball with people I used to hate
how long I've planned for this night
for me to catch you and hold you tight

I put my mask on again
and look at the faces of which I had been
I find you, my one true love
and wait for a sign from the stars above

how lovely this dance could've ended
if my heart you could have mended
how grateful I must be to you
for saving the last dance with me and my favorite tune

I think of heaven as we sway
you hold my hand and I'll be holding the day
our masks unfold reality
for this not to end, I hope it could be

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A gentle stream of ocean wind whispered against Lily's cheek as she watched another breathtaking California sunset. Brilliant color stained the night sky: orange faded into pink and blue, then it melted into ribbons of deep crimson. The black ocean surf pulsed rhythmically in the night:

Swish ... swish ...

Lily's heavy eyelids drooped as she sat in her hammock on the back veranda. In a few semiconscious moments, unvisited memories of past California summers floated through her head.

I used to have so much fun on the beach with my sister...

The recollection of her dead sister jolted her wide awake. This thought penetrated through her icy heart and sunk into a place she thought she'd forgotten years ago.

Unwanted emotions flooded into her spirit as Lily fought with her tears. The latter opponent finally prevailed as unrestrained tears began to drip down the woman's young face, soaking quickly into the linen hammock. Her body soon shook with sobs.

When she finally retained her self-control, she was baffled as to the reason of her tears. She'd dealt with the tragedy eight years ago!

...Or, had she?

Lily realized at once what she must do. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and plunged into the forgotten archives in the depths of her soul...

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I am different, can't you see.
You don't really know me.
I'm mixed up.
I'm crazy inside.
But all along, I try to hide...
My emotions swell up,
Seems like I have no pride,
Yet again I have to hide my feelings.
Tuck them away
like a mother tucking in her child at night.
The child gets warm delight
And the mother knows
she has done something right.
But with me, it's different.
I don't feel good inside.
Waiting for that moment to
POP!
and when I do, it won't be pretty.
So I put on a mask, with a big fake smile
Suck in confidence
Strike a pose for the media
Act like I love myself
When it's all a lie
My self esteem is low
The will to go on is even lower.
And someday,
I may jump.
But it's the will to jump that makes me
Different...

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Poem inspired by Kelsey Briggs, a little girl who was abused.

I'm really scared it's ten till four,
Daddy's walking through the door.
I try to run, I try and hide, The bruises hurt he made last night.

He walks in and slaps my face,
He throws my things all over the place.
I want to cry I want to scream, Why can't this be just one bad dream.

He picks me up and throws me down,
I hear him yell my head starts to pound.
He kicks my ribs spits in my face,
Tells me I'm a mistake, one big disgrace.

He gives my head one last kick,
I feel the blood start to drip.
My room is fading in and out, I'm going to die I have no doubt.

I see the light, then it fades,
Someone's asking me my name.
I say my name for them to hear, They whisper sweet things in my ear.

Its going to be okay, going to be alright,
Your daddy went to jail tonight.
You're going to get a new mom and dad,
and get the love you never had.

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I'm running, each step I take I run faster. He's behind me yelling nasty words. I have flashbacks in the back of my mind. The piercing screams I still hear in my head from my family. He had done this, I will never go back, never. I wipe a tear and keep on running.

Weaving through the dark, silent forest. I can't hear him behind me anymore. I think I've lost him. But I keep on running. All I can hear is my gasping breath. Suddenly, in front of me, he walks out of the bushes. Stopping my path. He smirks at me and hits me across the head with a bat. I've blacked out.

I wake up to see myself, tied up. The blisters on my wrists are getting worse. I try to free myself but fail. I am back to where I had started.

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Rain hitting glass
Distorting my vision
I draw hearts in the fog
Stars and happy faces
Sometimes sad faces
It slowly fades away
The warmth inside winning
But it's so cold out
I love it still

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