"Emotionally Impaired"
by Kristina
You think I can't see you,
When you're giving me those looks:
The ones that send chills up my spine. .
And you think I can't hear you;
When you're talking about me behind my back.
The echoes of obscenities still ringing in my ears. .
I know you think I'm worthless... but why do you have to state it so loud?
I hate you, yet I'm happy when you pay me a compliment. .
I can forgive you for thinking that I can't see.
And I can forgive you for thinking that I can't hear.
But there's one thing that I can't forgive you for...
Thinking that I can't feel.
"Like Morning's Dew He Rises"
by Kristina
Like morning's dew he rises,
frail and pale and new.
Never having seen the world,
its sound, its touch, its view.
Like springtime’s daisies he blossoms,
though growing much like weeds.
He is still a delicate flower,
with hopes and fears and needs.
Like autumn's leaves he changes,
more and more each day.
No longer my delicate dew drop,
he turns and blows away.
Like a beautiful sunset he quickly falls,
frail and pale, still new.
Having seen his share of the world,
I wish I could finally set too.