Tattooed on my blood

How do I stay so

Stable? And ignore the bad?

I don't think about it

Until it matters.

How am I so quiet,

And confident as well?

No matter how loud or soft,

I have a voice, and it matters.

How do I mass produce tales

And excerpts of happy thoughts

From those that are not me?

I dream until my heart becomes a star.

I build myself a pedestal

To keep my feet dry from

The cliches that prey on the

Unprotected.