The Windowsill

Sitting in the windowsill of my bedroom with my knees pulled up to my chin feeling powerless and full of hate

Restless Spirit

Trapped in a world you resented
Broken free from a cage built with love
I see now it was never meant to be

A Perfect Family

By definition you can not have perfect with difference.
The Irony of it all is without difference you can not have perfection. 


You are not responsible for the angry choices of others, only your own.