"Trauma"

Trauma, trauma--

Surrounded by drama.

It turns out you're ill,

Just like your mama.

LaTasha B.

© 2017

"Stuck in Isolation"

Closed ears,
Closed mind,
Stuck in isolation.

Closed doors,
Closed heart,
No visitation.

No one,
Nobody,
Left all alone.

Not here,
Not there,
She's all gone.

Knock. Knock.
Who's there?
She sees no one.

LaTasha B.
© 2015

"Under Her Skin"

Under her skin

Is a beautiful soul.

She's trying so hard

But she just can't let it go.

LaTasha B. (LB)

© 2015

"What's Wrong Pretty Girl?"

What's wrong pretty girl?
What lies beneath those eyes?
Is it a happy soul?
Or a sad one hidden beneath all the lies?

What's wrong pretty girl?
What happened to your heart?
We used to be best friends,
But now you're distant and so far apart.

What's wrong pretty girl?
Why do you over think so much?
Just live your life,
And forget about the little things and such.

What's wrong pretty girl?
I used to know you oh so well.
But now you seem like a different person--
One I can hardly tell.

What's wrong pretty girl?
Why don't you ever feel like enough?
Why do you hide your vulnerability?
Why do you have to seem so tough?

What's wrong pretty girl?
Why can't you love yourself for you?
Why can't you ever be enough?
With all the little things that you do.

What's wrong pretty girl?
How can you love everyone but yourself?
You give a lot of love out--
And yet, your heart stays on a shelf.

What's wrong pretty girl?
You always seem to share your light.
But it disappears at times--
As if you turn to night.

What's wrong pretty girl?
Why don't you get up out your head?
It's time to lay down now,
And head straight back to bed.

LaTasha B. (LB)

© 2015

"Tears of A Clown (The Entertainer)"

My mind is so strong--
But it over thinks too much.
Over random things,
And little things and such.

I need to get active,
I need to get out of bed.
I need to get away from these thoughts--
That are inside of my head.

But I'm really sick,
And I'm really tired.
Life has a way
Of making us feel like a liar.

People call me sweet--
But I often think it's a lie.
It seems that I'm the kindest,
Whenever I start to cry.

Where is the logic--
In any of this?
When I over think so much,
It leaves me crazy like this.

See, one day I'm really smart--
With a lot of things to say.
And then the next day I feel empty,
And lonely in a way.

Most days I feel crazy--
Like I'm out of my mind.
Like why is it so hard
To find some peace of mind?

Complicated, complex
And totally confused...
How can I ever love someone--
Without making them feel used?

See, I know how you love--
Flaws and all.
But I'm not one to bring anyone down
When I'm starting to fall.

I'm a handful--
For even myself.
I would protect everyone--
From even myself.

See, I really love him
And I know he loves me.
But how can I truly trust someone
When I can't even trust me?

And I'm all for making people happy--
That's the choice that I've made.
But it's one massive price
That has to be paid...

And friendships are the worst--
They make me feel like a flake.
Because as much as I give,
I'm not one who's willing to take.

But what do I really give?
Kind words and some advice?
But whenever they call me to see me--
I have to check my schedule twice!

And I get it--
I'm a butterfly who likes to fly away.
And only the strongest,
Can ground me enough to make me stay.

But I still feel like I'm never there--
When they need me most.
Makes me seem like one big party,
And I'm always playing the host...

Keep the conversations light--
Airy and witty.
And maybe one day,
I'll know the entire city!

And don't bother calling me--
I'll just show up really late.
Clearly, as you can tell,
I have more than enough on my plate.

Don't worry, I'll be fine--
Just give me a minute or two.
Now welcome to my life,
It's really nice to meet you.

Be careful, I'm cunning--
You should really stay away.
I'll say all the right things,
That will make you want to stay.

But then again,
I have a habit of pushing people away...
When really, in reality,
I just want them to stay...

But come along for the party--
I'll entertain you all day!
But when it's over and I'm alone,
Just leave me that way...

Trust me, I'll be fine--
Life is lonely that way.
And I'm the biggest clown,
Who's a phony by the way.

And if you're feeling sorry for me--
Then, I guess I've done it.
A huge pity party!
That's all I ever wanted!

Clearly, I'm lying.
That's not how I want it to be.
Because at the end of the day,
The only person that is hurting-- is me.

LaTasha B. (LB)
© 2015