• So easy runs the choice of black or white,
    These tears on the paper so rain cloud gray.
    The mirror is dusty and whose is that face?
    The features so familiar but it is not me,
    Just the girl I swore I would never be.
    And so the story goes.

    I never meant to hurt you, I was only trying to hide,
    Hide from the person that tears me up inside.

    Compromise ends with it's not you, it's me,
    I have noticed that this is my responsibility,
    To pull this hideous weight onto MY shoulders.
    Though my bruises run deeper than this.

    My words are my weapons or so It would seem,
    A metaphorical dagger on the people I love.
    A cut so deep that the blood is on MY hands.
    What once was perfect now lays buried in sand.
    And so the story goes.

    I never meant to hurt you, I was only trying to hide,
    Hide from the person that tears me up inside.