I'd like to be a cat,
I told the man with the magic hat.

Why, he questioned.
Well, I simply just mentioned,

I got so tired,
So then I got fired.

All cats do,
is wait for a coo.

They lay around,
walk the ground.

But a simple meow
And they'll give him some chow!

I just work all day long,
Fix things that go wrong.

Oh, please, give me a break!
This is as much as I can take!

The Magic Man waved his hand,
While I awaited something grand.

I turned into a Russian Blue,
I meowed a "whew".

I said thank you,
But, he had to...

He took me in as a pet,
Drove me out to the vet.

He now keeps me as his,
just for the biz.

We do magic shows!
Man, this really blows.

I didn't ask for this!
I guess, I can't really run away into bliss...

I hate the way he's so sarcastic. 
I hate the way he isn't the jealous type. 
I hate the way he has his own smirk. (which I claim the awesomest.)
I hate his too perfect face. 
I hate his laugh.
I especially hate his voice over the phone. 
I just plain HATE his chill personality.
His comfort. 
The annoying way he breaks down because he thinks that we've fallen too far, because we simply are far. 
I hate, hate, HATE how we always had our ways to stay okay.

And most of all, I hate how now there's no him.

The media made who I am today.

It told me what I want to eat, 
And what I really should eat.

It told me who I should listen to, 
And who I shouldn't listen to. 

It told me who my friends should be, 
And gave me standards for people.

It told me how boyfriends should be like, 
And then what he would be like.

It told me what cool was,
And what wasn't cool.  

It told me how I want to dress, 
And how I don't want to. 

It told me what I want to be, 
And what I should be. 

It told me a personality, 
And what I shouldn't be. 

It told me how to act, 
And how not to act. 

But what's left of me? The girl screaming inside, let me out! 

So now, my body, left. (not the healthiest)

I dress like everyone else, ("Cool" popular brands)

I don't know who I'd be friends with. 

Heck, I don't even know me.

When I think of us, 
I go numb. 
Remember the love, 
When I still felt some. 

All I can think about is you. 

Haven't heard from for a while. 
Tried everything possible, 
doesn't seem to be working.

And so I sit here, depressed. 

I don't feel love.

I feel incredibly sad.

Heck, the word "sad" is too underrated for what I'm feeling.
Can't think of anything else. 

All I can think about is you. 

Worst case scenarios play around in my head, and I dare to shed a tear for what isn't the first time. 

Hope is so little, 
When it's hard 
To get what's happening.

And i feel enclosed. 
Just hidden. 
Or maybe I've simply forgotten? 

It does feel like half of me is gone, 
Flown away with the wind. 
Easily dissapears,
As if never there. 

Yet all I can think about is you. 
I want you. Back.
Or even just close by me, even better.

I love you. I haven't said that in a while. It's seriously driving me crazy. But I ain't gonna go up to some random guy and say it... 

It's meant for you... 



I think.

I'd change my name 
Erase my mind 
From where I came
It's just not kind

Since the path I've belonged to
Doesn't exist anymore
And it's hard to be true 
Because it's getting to my core

I've got no place to go 
Feels too incomplete without you 

Was too gullible to love one so
Since I didn't even know

So happy one minute, 
Dead the next.

I'd rather fall off the face of the earth.... Just to fall back next to you.