Hello out there--recognize me? I'm that girl that you will never see. I pass the halls but they don't notice me. I pass the halls but I doubt they care about me. When it is late at night and the silence starts buzzing, you know you have heard me--whispering [mellifluous] screams in your ears. I'm singing my song--and waiting in this room.

It's trite, I know, living in a world of fairy tales. Childhood stories--they corrupt and distort my vision. I'm living in my princess fantasies; dreaming of being something beautiful. And sometimes these visions boil over and become so real to me. Wait--is this my dream or are things finally happening... to me? Sometimes I scare myself because the line between my reality and me becomes blurry.

Sometimes I dream of strong arms around my waist; and teardrops licked away from my face. I want to listen to your poetry and hear those words that press against me like my blanket in the cold morning; warm and reassuring. Sometimes I wonder if I could ever pour these feelings all over you. Be so honest; be so intense. I want to share with you my big dreams, and watch your eyes sparkle in the light with overwhelmed tears. Do you think I could ever move you to tears?

It hurts like a dagger being pushed through my skin. And it can feel like watching your own blood [and your own life] bleeding out of your arm. It is the feeling I get when that spirit inside of me suffocates in trying to break free. I feel as if it is impossible to go into labor and give birth to these beautiful dreams; bring these dreams into the world and nurture them forever; it's so painful and only for the superstrong.

I have these dreams about you; mysterious beauty with dark hair and penetrating eyes. We can be candles in the night; flames that burn the ignorant. Turn the music up, dance in the thunderstorm to this song. Because I'm going to be a beautiful nobody somebody when I leave this stupid town. Watch me. I promise I will get free one day. Wait for me [on the otherside].