She’s scared and the tears are coming fast
And she can feel that ache in the back of her throat that just wants to let it all out
But she looks across the room.
She looks around the table.
She sees the face of the people whose eyes have never shown her as she truly is.
Eyes that laughed and mocked.
Eyes that scorned for every wrong move.
And now that she’s older they tell her to just be herself.
But she learned so well.
She learned so well that herself was nothing to be admired.
So she’s scared.
She’s scared she’s got that demon.
She’s scared that the sound she thought was an echo is actually a voice.
And she’s screaming to herself.
Screaming that she’s not okay.
Screaming that she needs out.
That if she could only fill these lungs with fresher oxygen she could breathe again.
But if when she does escape to the open highway and the bright yellow moon
She can’t feel it.
And so she’s scared.
Scared that the numb that crosses her path infrequently
Has finally come to stay.
And just like so many before her
She’ll pass into the darkness.
And she’s shaking.
And she’s hoping.
Even though she can’t say the words
Someone can tell she’s scared.