Family

With you through the thick and thin?
Even if there's more bad than good?
Who really knows?

Supergirl

I'm tired of being supergirl.
Strong.
There for everyone.
Unbreakable.

Well, I'm broken. Scared. And afraid. And who do I have to run to? Nobody. You may ask, "Why is this?" Because I've made it this way. I've built up so many walls that even I can't tear them down. And when I try, I fall apart.

The worst part is, it isn't even my fault that I'm this way. I try and try and try to defeat who I've become, destroy who they made me be. But I can't.

I don't even know why I wrote this. I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore. I guess I just needed to feel like I was spilling my guts to somebody.

Leaving

So, for lack of a better title, I decided to go with the simple and straightforward. I guess you could call this piece a spoken word. Call it what you may, here it is.

Could I go?
I've done it before.
This pattern of leaving is nothing new.
I really should leave.
Keep the flow; don't prolong the inevitable.
But his voice, so sweet
Begging, "Baby please don't go. If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?"
Will I?
I could be gone, out of here, with no trace but memories in two days flat.
Yet he still pleads, "Let's get out of this town tonight."
It's the "let's" again.
But. Isn't he part of why I need to go?
I know better.
I've learned this lesson.
You can't get attached, because as soon as you do, it will be yanked from your grasp.
So why am I letting myself fall?
And even worse, head over heels.
"Should've known better than that."
I did know better. I do know better.
So why did I let myself slip?
Why did I let myself love?
I'm supposed to be, no, to survive, I have to "be so heartless."
Even though, deep down, where in secret I let myself feel, my greatest weakness of all,
I'm.
Hurt.
I'm.
Sad.
And I...
Cry.