A Surge of Audacity

If the world had a mother like mine

She would haunt us in darkness for years

With nightmares and tricks of the mind

We would jump at mere whispers in ears

If the world had a mother like mine

She'd consume us in fires and war

No step would be free of landmines

We'd forget peace existed before

If the whole world were cursed with my mother

What a Hell of a world it would be

He would cower under the covers;

The Devil himself would be grieved

If the world had been raised by my mother

We'd worship abuse like it's love

Only to grow up and wonder

Why love's something to be afraid of

If the world had a mother like mine

We'd grind ourselves into dust

Or find the strength to draw the line

The walls of my skin

Have been closing in

The world has taken

A bluish tint

This love once felt like oxygen;

Now I wouldn't call this breathing.

You built a lie in the shape of a virtue

I built a blindness to try not to hurt you

But bruises and bumps in the dark tend to hurt too

And maybe I don't deserve bleeding.

So maybe I felt for a jagged edge

Maybe I'd give you to see again

Maybe a straw broke what once was a bend

And this wasn't where we were heading...

You reached for my hand, or so I thought

But I wouldn't forgive if you wished I forgot

You grasped at the past and all that you caught

The rubber of our shoes on the very same road

Til my eyes fell, blinded by the sun as it rose

And chased away the fog of naive cameraderie.

I blinked against the harsh light

Adjusting to sights I'd only felt through the night

Until I saw your road was only parallel to mine.

And then suddenly

If it takes all Taylor's friends to the summit, then PLEASE let karma be sweet like justice for the fans too! I'm still not over it and I don't think she is either.

How many mirrors do I wear

Reflecting what they rule to matter

And how many opinions can I bear

You made a ghost town of your name

The certainty of black and white

Now a nebulous gray.

If a woman breaks a child

And no one is there to see it

Yes, I am.

Full of demons.

Success, love, family, potential

The embodiment of all that could have been

Tormenting the deepest trenches of your consciousness

Rumbling there

Stalking

Knuckles dragging over past mistakes

Long fingers clawing at the dirt

That lies at rest over your fallen dreams.

Yes, I am

Evil

Angry

Synonymous to you

Rising in my rage

Flames in slow motion over the boiling earth

That once bore lush fields of hero worship

Now sinking into a liquid abyss of bitter reality.

Yes, I am:

A ghost to you

The doting daughter you once knew

Dead to your deception

When the lashes drew blood

Innocence sacrificed on the altar of your love.

Yes, I am

Everything you ever feared I'd be

Unstuck from the mesh that once enclosed me.

Yet your ghost of me frequently reappears

Around shadowed corners and in white vans

Echoing your darkest regrets

Singing sweetly of stars and spiders

Playing hide and seek with your demons

Calling your ex name in hush tones as it fades

Into utter nothingness

While the real me sits miles away

This sisterhood is a funhouse

Reflection and refraction

Never let your smile slip

Don't give them the satisfaction

We are the Good Vibe Tribe

Please don't mind the glass

High frequencies only

Don't worry about the cracks

We all play at the same game

But honey, don't compete

It's never a good look on you

Not very sisterly

We must uplift each other

No negativity

Critique can't be constructive

What an absurd way to think

Haters gonna hate, babe

You're far above all that

Let your light shine bright, babe

We'll provide the gas

This sisterhood is a funhouse

What more could you need

When every mirror you look in