You say you love me, yet you don't know my name.

You'll smoke with me now, but you still want to play games.

You won't take the blame or bow your head in shame.

You spark a flame, enflame my heart and proclaim you've stayed the same.

As if i can't see the steady shift of you turning back to all the hurts I thought you over came.

Im so lame.

You have me in your aim, all you have to do is put me in a frame.

Make me a portrait,

I know I'm not worth it.

You have all the opposing forces.

It appears ive run out of fortune.

This day is become morbid.

Soon enough all these things will get sorted.

You are an orchid,

So gorgeous,

So I keep you in my pocket.

You are the only thing which around I orbit.

So perfect.

I'll never be enough.

I dont want to feel like an orphan.

I wish I were aborted.

Get stung, as a punishment, by a hundred thousand hornets.

My image is becoming distorted.

I wish they were supportive.

They are so grand and enormous.

I wont ever be like them.

I wont even come close.

I see stars within their eyes.

But they don't even know my name.

Not my real name.

- Ariah Christman