They really don't see
how much this effects me.
I tell them over and over again
but they just don't want to listen.

They laugh and they giggle
and tell the whole world
YEAH! that's because their
the typical popular girl.

When I put them in their place
they go and be two faced.
Middle school ***** I hope
in high school I will have better luck.

All the drama
the haters,
backstabbers, and liars
you got to pick your friends
like you are walking on fire.

I used to have one good friend
that was there till the end
then she got a boyfriend
and now its a never again.

All the guys,
the lies,
the rumors,
and the facts
karmas a *****
so you better step back.

Shouting things that don't
need to be shouted.
Finding a true friend,
Ah ha I doubt it.

Screaming in you face
just want to kick their ***,
do it
your done
now walk away with some class.

Flirting is not so bad
It's a sigh of affection.
Fighting in the hallways
Automatic DETENTION!

Walking around
all alone
gives you time to think
all the strength you've grown.

Now that I'm stronger
I'll fight and defend
because I'm a true friend
and will always be there in the End.

truth be told, truth be said


i have a million thoughts hanging above my bed

time can heal wounds but words can't
i try not to recapture the images you plant

truth be told, truth be said*


i guess i'll never get you out of my head

it'll probably take me years
but with that i'll try not to shed a tear
let me start off, right here

"**** In Much"

...No but I do try to make myself feel okay about myself.
I do cry most every night because people like you make me throw up my dinner.
I do know I am ugly and worthless because of people like you.
I do **** my stomach in because it helps me believe that I am not a "Fat whale", "An ugly loser", "A cow"... *
But thank you..

who knew
that one simple word
'goodbye'
could burn cities?

When we think of "self",
We identify as
I.
Me.
Singular.
But are we really only just one person?
Is I actually plural?
There are different versions of ourselves.
Some versions we trap deep inside in cages
And some we throw on stage to perform every day.

I had a dream last night
and saw a little girl
who looked so much like me
she smiled oh so eagerly
her eyes glistening with joy
her ears red from the cold that was that world
her small hands anxious for my warmth

My heart broke in nostalgia
as I watched the life
in her face
the unbridled naivete
the peace that was her air
And tears flooded my eyes
as I met someone I used to know
a long time ago

How she became a stranger
*How I've become a stranger