you look in the mirror
and you stare
up and down
at yourself
and in you're pictures
sometimes you think you're pretty.
but in reality
you look at yourself
and only notice the ugly
you like all of those posts
the magazines
when it says to have body confidence
and support other girls
but you don't support yourself
you try and change
and give up
fail
but nothing seems to work
so maybe
you just have to face the facts
that maybe I'm not pretty anymore.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Everything i write
Is about you
Everything i see
You're always in my sight
And when you aren't around
I leave myself in fright
Being the light of my life
My mood soars like a kite
Up and down and all around
happy , mad, or maybe down
And your voice, i love the sound
In the evening i say goodnight
But i keep the thought of you in mind
Like you're here
but so distant from me
It's like your skin is touching mine
Then your smile shall brightly shine
And the last thing i shall see
Is you laying next to me
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Sometimes i have vivid dreams
When i wake in the morning
I still remember the details
Like the color of his eyes
And how long his hair was
But don't i always remember these things?
I think about him
All day all night
And this isn't a dream anymore
He's never off my mind
His eyes tell stories no one shall know
And his lips as soft as could be
But i'm the only one who knows
I'm the only one he will tell such things
Because i love him, and he loves me
People always say
“Dress to impress”
But i'll look the worst
And he will still give me his best
I may not be the prettiest girl
Or the sharpest crayon in the box
But giving him my all
Is what i'm best at over all
So always find a boy who looks at you
Like the way he looks at me
With his mysterious brown eyes
And his lips that shall not lie
And his warming personality
And a smile that lights up a room
With so much more
But that's not to tell
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Do you see me?
Can you hear me?
Or am i to different.
Am i to strange?
I wake up
I don't eat
Just like a lot girls
Who aren't good enough for thee.
Get out
Get out as fast as you can.
Pack your feelings
Pack your heart
Jar your tears
Stitch of your scars.
Fake a smile
Walk that mile
Be tough
Don't put up with the fake stuff.
Get through another day in society
Then say goodnight, not goodbye.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
Sea;
The water
Angry
Blowing and springing up rocks, and sand
The fish
Pondering if they shall live
Wondering when the waves will calm
Wondering if the day shall end
The mermaids
Sitting on the rocks
Flowing their beautiful, vivid color tails
And twirling their long, beach curled hair.
Playing in the crazy waves
Enjoying their made up days
Being a mystery is the life to live
Because what could be the problem
If you can’t have a care to give?
Now school and social lives create stress
But when you are a made up character
Your life can not be a mess
So the water tames
And some of the fish have passed
The exotic animals that swim the seas
Don’t seem to be the same
But if you are a fictional character
There’s not a worry in sight
Not worth it
To put up a fight
Children think of you
As the beauty of the sea
But now that i’m grown
You aren’t real to me
I dreamt of becoming you
In my younger days
I broke the wishbone to be you, on holidays
But maybe my worries aren't big enough
Because i'm just a the fish to you, and have my own ways.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Today i cried
And yesterday I did too
And all of it was over
The thought of losing you
And why i do ponder that
I do not have a clue
A time ago
I promised you
That everything i wanted
Was right in front of me
So i promised
That for the rest of eternity
It was you and me
So i cried today
And i will tomorrow
Because when i feel like i'm losing you
It fills me with dark sorrow
Because all i want to accomplish
Is forever
With you.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
I don't think your realize
What i go through when i'm alone
When i'm so unhappy, and i'm not even grown
Just because i'm young doesn't mean i understand
And i yes i do look for mysterious, glass bottles in the sand
And i dream of mysterious lands
And no i'm not talking about unicorns
Only a life without the society today
When i could go outside, and not have worried my mom when i wanted to play.
When people did not hurt my friends at school
And there was no social media, for people to act as an anonymous fool.
And no one was worried for the kids to grow up sad
But if you think that today, you have not been, recently to school.
I wake up in the morning for school to stress me out
And i get so alone, i internally shout.
I get through my day
Then i just have to say
You are done, keep on holdin’ on.
And sometimes i'm scared
That i can't handle it anymore
But yet another day
Passes by, time shall fly.
Little poems written in the sky
The stars shall start a constellation
And the memories create a vivid picture.
Starting to look for a fixture
To the problems
To my unresolved sadness.
But sometimes i pray
For no one to say
Or tell what has happened to me
Or what maybe i could be
If i was normal
But i guess i wasn't born to be understood
And i guess you aren't willing to change
Even for a girl
Who is just asking for a chance
To show that i just want to be the same.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
The water
Angry
Blowing and springing up rocks, and sand
The fish
Pondering if they shall live
Wondering when the waves will calm
Wondering if the day shall end
The mermaids
Sitting on the rocks
Flowing their beautiful, vivid color tails
And twirling their long, beach curled hair.
Playing in the crazy waves
Enjoying their made up days
Being a mystery is the life to live
Because what could be the problem
If you can’t have a care to give?
Now school and social lives create stress
But when you are a made up character
Your life can not be a mess
So the water tames
And some of the fish have passed
The exotic animals that swim the seas
Don’t seem to be the same
But if you are a fictional character
There’s not a worry in sight
Not worth it
To put up a fight
Children think of you
As the beauty of the sea
But now that i’m grown
You aren’t real to me
I dreamt of becoming you
In my younger days
I broke the wishbone to be you, on holidays
But maybe my worries aren't big enough
Because i'm just a the fish to you, and have my own ways.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC