It's Easy To?
At times, I step outside just to stare at the sky.
I lift my head and close my eyes. Breathe deeply;
Those problems caused by other people are gone.
Its easy to pretend I'm the only one who matters.
At night the stars are cold and constant.
They don't care if you're pretty, or if you fit in,
if you give in, or what you have.
It's easy to think then that it's who you are that matters.
When clouds take on strange forms over my head I forget those little girls playing jealous games.
I forget that oblivion calls my name.
Its easy to dream then, of honor and valor.
And that is my America;
A place where honesty and love mean something.
-Beatrice Y. (Cruel Spark)