Words. Poem by Lauren Harper

I have a house,
But not a home.
These two feet are all I know.
I once believed there were others to rely.

But now I know, its all a lie.
Hold all that stirs within, until it overflows again and again.
The smile you see is not my own; it is only what the world will know.
Little do they see that inside there is a girl who is a mystery.

Consuming information like air, without none would be clear.
These words you see, are more important than you could ever think.
These words are a levy deep within;
Saving myself from what has occurred.

Like a fire my words eat away at all the mistakes I've made.
They cannot change the harm I've done.
Nor can they cool the burns.
But these words like a Band-Aid hold together what little sanity remains.