Thanks for nothin'

Don’t step into my light with your shady clothing . Don’t take away my shine with your dimmest light , for I will forever be me , not what you create me , I will always inquire the highest throne , and I will always speak what I’ve always known . do away with your thumb on the top of my head , I am not your puppet I will not play dead , you cannot kill my spirits and you cannot steal my joy . You’ll never be able to take from me the happiness I enjoy . Take back your belongings as I grab them out of my head . I refuse to let you instill your opinions and turn them into my thoughts . I won’t allow for you to control me and turn me into a loss . I will never lose myself I will never lose my sight . and I I will never again let you corrupt me not again in this lifetime . I’ve given up too much . and I’ve given in but for what ? . so now I must start over . how about a round of applause . pat me on the back tell me you’re proud . thats what I never got from you . you never showed me how. How to love how to care how to nurture and take care . I built my own wall and you tried to tear it down . But not this time , not next time or the next . for when I rise to the top . we will see who's best . but thanks for what u didn’t do . it made me that much wiser . I thank you for not being there . it made my heart that much colder . now I cant seem to care about many many things but I know that in the long run I’ll do it for me ! I never do it for you . or them or anyone else . I do it for my future , nonetheless . so a round of applause , a standing ovation , thanks for what you never did . now I get to fill the blanks .

-Holly Cabrera .

Her own secret .

She wakes up to shouting , her lullabies are screams .The only time she's never crying is when she sleeps and dreams . She wakes up in the morning to get onto the school bus . The kids point , laugh &&` joke as if she's some kind of host . She stares out the window too young to comprehend . The only thing she knows is she needs a helping hand . mystified &&` unaccompanied she goes about each day ! Not knowing the meaning of life . &&` not knowing that she stays in her own little cubby . Its her cubby of secrets . She never let's herself out . utterly oblivious to all the things she's feeling . All the things she's seen . She thinks this is it . She dreams of more than it . But she hasn't yet realized that she's her own secret &&` she can't tell any1 , like she was avowed to secrecy at birth &&` now she's the only 1 , no1 will ever know what goes on in her mind , her life , her heart , she will never remember the secret she once told herself ! But later on , on her journey , shell come to find that secrets are never kept &&` shell come to understand all the things in her head ! Until she reaches that point , she will cling to her secret tight &&` she will live in her cubby like its her very last chance to live


-Holly Cabrera .