Scarry Night

A song is made up of notes.

Those notes are pitches that make up a breath-taking piece.

But have you ever thought of them as something else?

Something different?

Something just wonderful?

The world made me someone who isn't perfect but has possibility. My name is Scarlett.
 

Wind whipping across my face,
tiny pebbles crumbling below me,
people surrounding me.

I seem so small and helpless up there on the large mountain,

How could this happen to me so easily?

How could one little thing put me off just like that?

I asked you for something, and you said no.

How could I let that anger take control of me?

Every second of the day,
every day of the year,
you are doing something.
Whether it's work,
cleaning,
cooking,
or even writing!
After doing this all day every day, 
it wears you out.

When I wake up, my eyes will float open,
causing me to make a commotion.
When I wake up, I will finally be able to see,
that something great has come but, 
could it really be?

Flowers blooming this way and that,