She cries in the silence of her old hallways.
Joined by the gohsts of her past,
and the armies of her future.
How come something that should shine so bright- yeilds only darkness?
I feel like I can but speak in third person.
Afraid- to speak of myself.
But I guess I should.
And I am afraid.
Afraid of the knowlege that I have held all along- That I have no choice now but to face.
I am a leader.
And leaders must stand alone.
And leaders are first.
There is not anywhere that I can not lead.
That I do not.
Even when I want to dissapear I can not.
I am surrounded by sheep.
Yet those that do not follow are the ones I want.
The strong souls.
THey are opposed to me. They will not be near me.
They will not let me be with them. They run.
I come home to silence.
To the expecation that I am to do the entertaining.
I always have to do the entertaining. Lead the conversation or the room is quiet.
For once let me be still.
Let me be angry.
THrow something back at me.
Stop being afraid.
