Is there a home I can just walk in;
Be myself, forget the troubles that hold within.
Is there a mirror I can hide in;
Smash to pieces, left me on the other side of it.
Past mistakes left haunting me.
Can’t change anything-
The past is the past.
Is there a war I can walk away from;
Better yet, something I wouldn’t be blamed to start.
Is there a white flag I can wave some;
Then maybe then the war would finally come to seize.
Can’t anybody see me?
Gem hidden I’ll remain.
December 2, 2016