Tell Me...

Stifled by visions of tomorrow and voices of yesterday,
Flooded by chaotic encroachment of life and expectations,
Sheltered, so wanting to be, yet imprisoned in her identity.
She screams quietly inside and dies for visions in her mind.

Searching ever inward, confusion abounds in her soul,
How is she to find, what she herself does not know.
Whispers constantly haunt her, questions without answers to give.
She cries quietly inside and hides herself from without.

Crying she shouts, know me, know me for who I am...
Yet she hides, all that precious to her self, hordes it from pain,
And hope becomes a fleeting memory of thoughts that once were.
She reaches quietly out from within and never shows herself.

Trapped in the web spun of life, she yearns to fly,
Stunted in illusionment of what her world should be
And quietly she lays, eyes to the sky, tears to the earth.
Tell me she says, tell me you'd love me still.

© Riala