Teenage Pain.
Wanting to be noticed in high school.
Tami's High School Yearbook Picture, 1987
Unseen
I suppose had I been made a flower
You would see my beauty then.
My stimulating petals would entice,
My presence alone would suffice,
And you would be caught breathless.
I suppose had I been made a bird
You would see my grace then.
My powerful freedom would amaze,
My eminence alone you would praise,
And you would be caught breathless.
I wish you to see my beauty and my grace
Without the need for avian or rose.
I wish I alone would do
I suppose.
When you are the fire that warms me
The snow that cools me
The sun that brightens me
I love you.
When you are the fire that burns me
The snow that chills me
The night that darkens me
I love you still.
When you are the tree that shades me
The sky that covers me
The star that guides me
I love you.
When you are the tree that hides me
The sky that’s revealed me
The star that left me
I love you still.
Why can’t anyone listen when I have something to say?
Why does everyone laugh at me when I try it my own way?
No one understands who I want to be.
No one wants to bother if it has to do with me.
They always walk by if I need a helping hand.
They always nod their heads and say they understand.
But don’t they know to catch me, to help me when I fall?
Don’t they know I need them, that I can’t do it all?
Why can’t anyone hug me when I hurt and cry?
Why does everyone hurt me when all I do is try?
No one picks me up if I can’t stand tall again.
No one seems to want to listen or give a damn.
Why can’t anyone listen when I say I have to let go?
Why don’t they understand?
Why don’t they want to know?
No one understands who I want to be
Maybe they’ll understand when I’m no longer me.
She can hear the winds howl.
She can hear the waves roar.
She can wake from her slumber.
She can cry here once more.
She walked down by the beaches
With those waves that were roaring.
She sailed off without knowing.
She had left without warning.
She now cries with the winds.
She runs with those waves.
She disappears in the shadows.
The waves are her slaves.
She can hear the winds howl.
She can hear the waves roar.
She’ll never wake from her slumber.
She won’t run here anymore.
