Don't give away the key to your heart
because you know he'll take it,
and break it.
He'll use it,
and abuse it,
he'll love and caress it,
and then he'll compress it.
He'll trick it,
and kick it,
and beat it,
and eat it.
He'll **** you
just for it.
So don't let him touch it
and please let me keep it.

I'm not ready to let go of you yet
I don't know what is holding me
or what I am holding on to
but i have the strangest feeling that if I let you go I'll be my Self again
and my Self is my enemy it seems

So he's the druggie,
You're the depressed one,
And I'm the one with issues.

He pierced himself,
You dyed your hair,
And I ripped off my doors.

He laughs as he's yelled at,
You stand strong to criticism,
And I encourage belittling me.

So explain to me,
With all these things so close,
Why we all dislike each other?

I hate ******* in air,
When it swirls in my lungs,
And makes my chest thump.

I hate thinking my thoughts,
Hearing them drone,
One after another little bothersome notes.

I hate moving my body,
Wasting my power,
Doing things others could do for me.

I hate being asked questions,
Bad under the pressure,
I'll say what they want to hear.

But mostly,
I hated talking to you,

Every question you asked,

Every answer I gave,

Every demand you blurted before you could think.

With everything you said,
I curled up my legs,
I knew that I hated you most.

I have to say I absolutely love art
The art which feeds from my inspirations
My inspirations which feed from the art based from my core obsession

Although I’m not sure if this is my real obsession

What if it’s an obsession within another?
Or an addiction concealed behind obsession?
How much more burdensome can these be
Will it grow past this point
The point where it’s all I love yet all I fear?

How am I supposed to say that I love my body?
How am I supposed to raise a normal self-esteem
And gain respect for myself When
I hate what I see?

And can you even say it’s wrong for me to hate it?
How is it wrong to hate what stares at me from the mirror?
How is it wrong to hate the smooth and pale skin?
The hairless exposure
The hint of bones in my figure

They say that is supposed to be beautiful don’t they?



I have to say I absolutely love what’s in my future
The future which feeds from my inspirations
My inspirations which feed from the future idea of my own self

Although I cannot be sure this will be the real me

What if this future is just a dream?
Or a wish concealed behind a dream?
How much more dangerous can these be?
Will it grow past this point?
This point where this future feeds off of me?

How am I supposed to say I don’t want this?
How am I supposed to hold my esteem at a healthy level
And also be so absorbed when
I know better than to do this

And how can I even think its wrong for me to hate it
How is it wrong to hate the ghost in my mirror?
How is it wrong to hate the sculpted and carved skin
The meatless disclosure
The manifested fissure

They say that is supposed to be beautiful don’t they?

Love, Elopement, Conception, Repetition
All play foully into life
Love: A child will grow up trained to find a partner, like a penguin has a life mate. But they say we descend from the apes who rule by size; who mate by harem. There is not any love.
Elopement: Since the beginning of recognition there has been marriage but it is nothing more that sexist imprisonment; slavery of the female race. Bound by a contract and traded between men; simply a form of bribery.
Conception: Child birth; monster breeding. The abuse of a woman’s womb, body, soul and mind.
Repetition: The fact we don’t learn and do it over and over again

You make me happy.
Yes, you; all of you.
It doesnt matter who you are
Or what you wear
Just as long as you smile;
As long as we can be friends.
Everyone is a puzzle piece,
Each with different ridges.
You will have an edge someone will fill
And you will fill other's.
So let us come together and be happy,
And make me happy,
And we can make a wonderful mismatched collage.