"The ribbon on my wrist says do not open before Christmas." Because the family needs their presents, And if I were to die, my gifts would be a memory that would hold the worth of myself. I turned my sadness into anger I dyed my hair purple and bought army boots, With kick ass heels. Because I will hold myself together, Though, The streets might start on fire, And the match might fall from me. But rage is beautiful. Not as in a pretty flower Or in the way my brother's eyes shine like my mothers. But as in the way the sun sets the sky ablaze each night as a final goodbye. My eyes light up, fueled by stress. And my demons are more of my companions. I am the angel who clipped my wings as I grew. The world is not deserving of Angel's. So heaven will not let me in, But my demons are delighted to room with me. The fire that burns will be created by the words I can never say. My tears will evaporate in the form of my memories fading. My demons are teaching me be to live my life recklessly. How to live my life in a way that's better then suffering the in way Angel's do.