They're never going to be
What you want them to be,
So leave us be, because they won't ever be what you want.

Can't you hear the chours sing?
Can't you hear the melody?

They Scream...

They Scream "We're never going to be what you want us to be"
So let us be, and let me be me,
Because I'm never going to be what you want for me.
And you're never going to get what you want from me.

And they're never, ever going to be what you want..

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

There’s an ocean, collected on the other side of the world.
Away from those that taught her destruction.

Learning from the land what it feels like to sink.
What else can she do but weep?
and slowly flood as we sleep...

love is normal
or is it ?
love is just and emotion
an emotion that we can't hide
and for some of us that do
we wash it off like the coastal tide
we act numb
we act emotionless,
when really we are
the same ones who want to confess
being numb,
it's just an emotion,
just like love
being numb is normal
or is it?
    -wherearethestars

With people
The only question that matters
What else can there be
Besides our feeble perceptions
Asking us
What I am to you,
And
What are you to me?