Wrote this recently out of boredom during Literature, being within a poetry unit and all...but I just couldn't resist. Oddly, Breaking Benjamin's "Away" played over and over again in my head as I wrote it.

Believe
Seeing is one thing; believing is another...

I fell again; no stopping this time
Ever so swiftly, like losing my mind
If I can forget, it could be alright
But when the sin repeats, you lose sight

Cold and distant, never felt so much before
As if strucken blind and beaten more
It's isolation more than ever now
But until the end, there is no core

Could I fly away to make it alright?
Is there away to see again?
Have I ever really seen the truth?
If I have, lies I hope to hear no more.

Is what I'm told fact or fiction?
I've heard too much to know anymore.
If maybe I could give times of silence to think,
maybe, just maybe, I'll finally believe.

Could I fly away to make it alright?
Is there a way to see again?
As the sun of cruelty sets on my tormented world,
maybe the moon of truth could heal.

Who do I listen to now?
Is there anybody who can see
the broken soul underneath the calm body?
Is there anybody who can help me...believe...?

...the difference between a daughter and mother

My opening/closing metaphor was actually inspired by my personal life, by how me and my mother are completely different in every way.