Self Portrait

Your breaking open my head
Can see every bit of me
You can see all I've put you through
And the walls lined with colored silk
You stand in the midst of a fairy tale, a romance novel
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Thinking you'll be heard
You speak to others
But you speak to yourself
And unlike the others, you speak back
You take drugs to stop the pain
Because you don't realize your already numb
With a million stab wounds
A knife in the back doesn't hurt so bad
You hear music in colors and in food, in people, in noise, in objects, in objection
You hear music everywhere you go
You have a face, but you don't know it
You can't recognize it when it looks back at you from the mirror
You raise a striped flag because you don't know where else you'd go
And you wear clothes that aren't yours because you don't know where else you'd fit
You know that it is always harder walking away from the light than toward it
That it never gets easier
You can't help but feeling smaller than everyone else in the room
And wondering why you look your age but can't act it
You know toy deserve much better but can't seem to reach it
And all you've ever asked for is happiness
Your life is ironic in a way that makes no one laugh
And the only thing you've ever trusted
Isn't real
You know speaking your mind is important
But don't know why
You know when enough is enough
And how to put a stop to it all
You don't know what your saying until its already said.