ScarletDevil1503

When you look at me, you see behind me; When you listen, you hear your thoughts. When you talk to me, you think I’m changing; When you’re angry, you think I’m not. When I am crying, you think it’s weakness; When I am tired, you ask for more. When I am lonely, you talk of leaving; When I am leaving, you declare war.

My fingers bleed words that my lips cannot say. When they try to trickle out, I scowl and turn away. It may not be contagious, but it is a disease. Holding myself deep inside, it's getting hard to breathe. Lies come so easy, to cover up the truth. It’s like my second nature, grown from my very youth. It’s deeper than conviction, more earnest than a thought. It’s my way It’s my life It is my disease.

Stop and look closer. You’ll see a person behind this face, A beating heart beneath this chest, A fire burning for life, for love: You’ll see something beautiful. Stop and look closer. I’m not a number, not a name— I am myself, just as you are Unique, special, one-of-a-kind. Please don’t look right through me. Stop and look closer. I wish to know you, and you me; I wish to see beyond the surface Of yourself; I wish to touch your soul. Please don’t brush me aside. Stop and look closer. For just a moment, just a minute, Give me a chance to show you This burning flame I keep inside. Please share yourself wi

From body to soul and in between, They blotch the parchment that is me; I know of worse flaws I have seen, But surely I am flawed. I sometimes lose my temper, Use my mouth before my mind; I ponder things I could do better, And regret them for a time. I can be harsh, I can be blunt, I tend to hide my thoughts; But this is far from what I want: To be in someone's heart. Comparisons are hard to make Since we are all unique. But half the time my words are fake; The real me is a freak. Regardless, These flaws define me, describe me— They make me what I am. In that light, I'm proud to say that I am flawed.

Shepherd watched as the keys of the piano depressed under Glyph's ministrations, filling the apartment with lingering notes and resounding chords. Liara sat nearby, a soothing presence, as the music washed through Shepherd's mind, clearing it. The battles on Thessia, Rannoch, Palaven, and elsewhere in the galaxy seemed more distant than ever. However, the constant reminder of the challenges ahead remained in full force. The moment was bittersweet, but pleasant nonetheless. If only this could last, Shepherd thought remorsefully, eyes slipping shut but for a moment. "This is a nice place," Liara commented from her seat on the couch, tapping ca

Life is a cloud– Shapeless unless captured, Quite unpredictable, And temporary. Fly while you can.

Black, red, and yellow Mark her steady steps Through history. An ever-changing land Whose fate is shrouded In mystery. A proud name is borne By her loyal people With dignity. Respect, pride, honor– Beyond a doubt This is Germany.

Memory is like the tide, It swells and ebbs; It's free and wide, Yet ridden with dregs. At times it's calm— Soothing and sweet; Like a tender balm, A gentle beat. It's violent, too— Coarse and bitter; Like a vicious coup, A cruel winter. In it, I do bask, Adrift in my mind; I need only ask To be lost in time.

I heard you sigh but at the time I didn't say a word; I saw you cry but didn't know your voice was so unheard. I felt you break but truly thought I shouldn't be around; For my own sake I should have fought to keep your feelings sound. Please, listen to what's not being said.

What do you expect me to say When you keep pushing me away? Remember—I can't read your mind, And time cannot rewind. Regret will only make it worse— Like a bad omen from a curse. This will surely make you stronger; Please just hold on longer. I'll be here, right by your side; You don't have to run and hide. Just try to find the silver lining— The sun will keep on shining. Never forget that this is true: I am here for you.