Im insecure
Im scared and unsure
Of myself.
I don’t really play video games
Or read a lot of books.
Im not that smart
But I like to pretend I am in front of you.
And infront of you im one person,
With myself im another.
Ive made a lot of mistakes
That one day ready or not all have to face…
Im a fanatic about piano and I sing A LOT
Im sure it annoys a lot of people. But that’s okay.
Sometimes I don’t understand who I am or even know what to do next.
But I guess that’s when I put my faith in God and just rest.
Im just like you.
I hate being rejected,
I hate conflicts
And I have issues too…
I guess if you really think about it,
Im not that much different than you.

If you hurt your spouse.
And she leaves.
Is it my fault?

We find all sought of ways to level blame.

You constantly late to work.
And is terminated.
Is it my fault?

We all seeking someone to blame.

Shame, shame, shame.

If you fail to find employment.
Why toss the blame the president way.
He doesn't hire?
Or dictated your hours.
Is it his fault?

We see the wise.
We see the fools.
That uses the president as a tool for them being blue.
We don't pay him union dues

Sometimes, they deserve the blame.
And sometimes the acclaim.

You constantly in and out of jail.
Is it my fault?

Well, listen to this truth.
Stand before a mirror and address yourself.
You find many fingers pointing in your direction

Every good thing must come to an end.
Everytime they'll be a side that doesn't win.
One will be left with a broken heart,
And one will be fine when they part.
One will struggle to fall asleep,
And one will find another one to keep.
The heart never breaks evenly.
One side pain is always much stronger.
There is no way to weather this storm,
No medicine to heal the scorn.
The pain will burrow deep within,
The mind will collapse and and grow dim.
The thought of how it all began will stick around,
The first date will replay without sound.
All that will be seen within are smiles and laughs,
The way you looked in her eyes and took a gasp.
The way you thought to yourself "How'd i get so lucky"
The thought that maybe it'll be me.
You lean in for the first kiss,
Scared to think what will happen next.
Wandering if your strong enough to fall,
Wandering if you should tear down that wall.
Maybe this one will always be there for me,
Maybe this one would like to care for me.
Thoughts are racing through your head,
Your heart sinks down and drops dead.
The first date goes by with out a hitch,
11:11 comes on the clock and you make a wish.
You wish that this one will last,
That this one will clear your past.
The days turn to weeks and the weeks to months,
Your both having fun not worrying once.
Then someone from their past comes into light,
Suddenly she remembers a past delight.
The anger begins to flow when you see this,
Your eyes become green with jealousness.
The smiles you once carried together suddenly fade,
Those lovely smiles just fade away.
A small rip in one sides heart begins to form,
While the others is being reborn.
As the **** goes deep and the ***** gets steeper,
One sides mind begins to crumble,
The drinks start flowing down with every angry mumble,
You don't know how to get her back,
To fix your hearts deadly crack.
You'd do anything to push the new guy away,
To convince your baby to just stay.
To have her remember all the good times you've had,
That us together really wasn't that bad.
Your heart pounds at night,
Because you can see whats in sight.
You know whats about to come,
That she has already chosen someone.
That someone isn't you,
And you no that you'll be blue.
And you knew that this would happen,
There was no way you could stop them.
All you wanted was for her to see,
For her to see what you could be,
But in the end this is how life will go.
One ends with a crushed heart,
One ends with a new start.

I am going to watch Fellowship of the Ring
and recite every line,
just like I always do,
and instead of feeling like a sad loser,
I will remind myself
that someday I will watch it with another,
who shares my passion,
and like Celeborn and Galadriel,
we will rule over Lorien,
together.

The first snow
When it just starts to stick to the ground
Around nine o clock,
And the snow dances in the streetlights.
And the first thing you think of when you wake up
Is getting to walk in it's beauty.
That's her smile.
But she doesn't think it's beautiful.

The first time a hug meant something.
You feel their arms,
Their shoulders,
Their warmth,
The tickle of their breath on the bottom of the left side of your neck,
And the last moment when they tighten around you
Into a solid, comforting fortress before they pull away.
That's the air she exhales.
But she doesn't think it's beautiful.

The most devastating thunder storm.
When the rain is sad,
And not peaceful or light hearted,
And the echo of the cracks of thunder sting your ears.
And the lightening stops getting interesting,
The lightening looks worried.
It looks like suicidal tendencies.
That's what it's like to see her cry.
But she doesn't think it's beautiful.

Battle fields.
Soiled with distraught courage,
Limp hopes,
And dying bravery.
Yet somehow holding the promise of a victory
That will effect hundreds of nations.
Those are her scars.
Yet she doesn't think it's beautiful.

The most perfect day on the beach.
Sandwiches without the sand,
Waves that kiss your toes,
Sun that blankets you with the feeling of security,
And a sunset so perfect
That you wonder if it's real,
Or just a calender's picture for the month of August.
That's her.
But she doesn't think she's beautiful.