What We're Made Of

"What We're Made Of"



Lost, tossed, broken, open,

Feeling my way through a crowded room,

Scarred, tarred, and feathered,

Wing's clipped, grounded, surrounded by fear,

Bleeding, screaming to be free,


I hear them screaming,

Surrounds my every being,

Far from here and seeing,

What we're really made of,

The pain I must get rid of,


I see them fleeing,

From their constant disagreeing,

Over my petty well being,

What are we really made of

Can't we just agree to love?


Shaken, forsaken, mistaken,

Feeling my way through an empty room,

Wet with tears, fears consuming,

Trust in lies through hollow stares,

Heated eyes and fearful glares,


I hear them pleading,

Yet no one is conceding,

When will this need of leading,

Make you see how I am bleeding,


Crowded room, empty faces,

Where do we go from here,

Saddened eyes and hurtful tears,

Is this really what we're made of?


© seesefire / Amanda Seese 2014