Anjola

two rooms, 
four people divided into two. 
separated all together. 

I,standing out like a moth surrounded by butterflies 
quiet as a mouse beside loud monkeys 
a whole year ahead of me. 
will I become one of them? 
will they come towards me?
 for I am so different. 
I will wait, 
I will wait on the right date.

I love you- 
three words that people yarn for 
a feeling that is not just emotional but physical. 
to be able to sacrifice everything to be loved 
the feeling of being loved 
like the sun rising after the night, 
the strength needed to survive. 
a beautiful feeling that may not last forever
 losing it is a nightmare, 
a nightmare that cannot be awoken from. 
cherish it while you can, 
a feeling that is rare to feel, 
is going to take a while to heal.

a dream, 
caste as my life. 
is this real? 
no.. 
It's a dream 
a dream I would want to stay in 
locked in a room without a key. 
no chance of escaping 
this false reality

a broken plate once smashed on the ground, 
a broken doll left unused, 
a broken finger left to heal. 
here sits my broken heart, 
begging to be healed, 
what was once beating, 
has stopped, 
cracked, 
broken. 
a fragile heart that was once nurtured has been broken, 
left unused, 
waiting to heal, 
waiting to be cared for,
like it once was.

To have a thousand wishes is full of greed, 
when one wish is all I need. 
for me to feel happy 
and for me to feel pleased 
is like a light in the dark leading the way. 
if I could make one wish
 it would come true 
I hope
I pray 
that my wish will lead the way

I gaze upon myself for all I see is me, 
we may look alike 
for we are different, 
a shattered mirror, 
a shattered twin. 
we may look alike, 
but we are not the same

The way I wilI look at you will not be explain 
The nervous, anxious I get will never fade 
The way my heart will feel and will sustain