~The girl is so pretty, pretty is she,
She's popular, popular maybe.
The guy is so sweet, sweet is he.
He's popular, popular definitely.
The girl has so many wrapped around her finger.
Her rollercoaster eyes take you by surprise.
The guy has everyone wrapped around his finger.
His dazzling shine, he's everyone's wanted Valentine.
She sees him one summer day,
He is clueless of what to say.
She laugh because he is so funny.
He's proud to make her happy.
He tells her, "I love you,"
She asks him, "Is it true?"
He replies with a kiss,
The kiss that was suppose to last forever.
She loved him.
She was there everyday.
She loved him in every which way.
As his popularity increased,
his love for her decreased.
She thought they had a future,
She dreamed of him always,
The day she could say "You are mine."
But little did she know,
He will come and go.
Popular boys aren't who to aim for.
They'll leave a mark on you when their love is washed away by the tides.
All this popularity. Why can't it just stop?
We practice Denial because we're afraid of being OVERWHELMED......
Overwhelmed by certain aspects of ourselves, such as our own sexuality...
Overwhelmed by how deeply dysfunctional our world is.
Overwhelmed by everything we have been ignoring
Because of the Denial we have been practicing.
With the sky and the trees and my house and my family.
But on top of all that I'm overwhelmed inside myself.
I don't know if you can grasp that.
Its similar to having a blender going on in your head all the time.
I can't think straight.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
My mom thinks I'm sick.
I'm actually just overwhelmed.
I just want to let loose.
I want to scream until there's nothing left,
paint my problems on a wall,
write the words written on my heart.
I'm crying out, ready to be heard,
my mouth is moving, but I have no words.