I don't want,
To fight my way to the top.
To get pushed and shoved,
Hoping I may stand at the top,
For all the world to see.
I don't want that moment of pride,
For it is only a moment,
Before you get pulled off
By someone stronger.
The cost of that pride and joy,
Is to either fall to the bottom,
And lie there,
To battered and bruised to move,
To climb back up,
Or to fall to the bottom,
And begin the climb again,
And get the same result.

I want to walk away from the struggle,
And keep my peace of mind.
I'll walk till I find,
The tallest tree alive.
I'll climb to the top,
With the greatest of ease,
No struggle you see?

And as I sit on my perch,
I'll look back where I left,
See the struggle and mess,
And laugh when I see,
I sit above them all now,
And as they bicker and fight,
I am content,
For now,
I am on top of the world.

Straight A's
Tall and lovely
Big bright smiles

She is a poster child
Happy as can be

Always polite
Never interrupts
Answers sweet and quiet

She is a poster child
Never in the way

Very mature
Speaks quite eloquently
Sharp as a tack

She is a poster child
Gives it her all

Cries herself to sleep
Works far too hard
Never eats, to keep her figure

She isn't a poster child
But hides it all away

So nervous she can't breathe
Pushed far past her limits
Just wants to escape

She isn't a poster child
But doesn't let it show

She is done with the world
She'll never be perfect
She can't do it anymore

She is a monster child
She let her true colors show

I remember,
The day we first met,
Just like it was yesterday.
We began talking,
Then you said,
"I only like to talk,
To people who are
Somewhat intelligent."

And I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

Because around you,
I can barely put two words together,
Let alone forms words and sentences
That are
"Somewhat intelligent."

So I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

Yet you keep on talking,
You are witty and nice.
You make make me feel happy.
I start to smile and even laugh

But I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

I begin to relax,
I tell a dumb joke,
It wasn't funny but you laugh anyway.
I listen to you talk.
Just keep on talking.
Just keep on talking.

Still I don't understand
I don't understand
I don't understand

But please keep on talking.
I don't understand.
But please keep on talking.

it's been so long, you've moved on.
i try, i try so **** hard
to not have you constantly on my mind, overwhelming me.
i'm so angry, with myself.
someone is making you happy
that someone isn't me.
i loathe myself because i couldn't give you what you deserve.
but i want you, parts of me need you.
but time has passed, and you're still gone.
and i'm still here, trying to grasp you, holding on to what we had.
but you were ripped away from me, leaving parts of you with me.
and here i am, still wanting you. still missing you.

your touch is like electricity in my veins
i crave you
you're like the sun
radient, warm
your smile is contageous
it could cure anthything,
it cured me

they say boys are made of snakes and spiders,
but they haven't met you
you're sweet, you're sensative.
everything about you invites me in.
the way you caress me when we say our goodbyes,
to how you stroke my smoothe skin, showing me that you love me.
but what you probably don't know,
is that i would cross the 7 seas to kiss you one last time
i would climb mountains to see you smile,
or to feel your kind embrace
because i've never loved someone like i love you.

but i'm cold
and you burn.

The road of life is not straight,
And it does more than
Simply turn out of sight.
It winds and it bends,
And it twists out of sight.
It climbs great high mountains,
And creeps through dark forests.
It disappears underground at times,
So you can't even see,
Your hand in front of your face,
Let alone the next trick life life throws at you.
It crosses huge plains,
And trudges through oceans.
Sometimes it rains,
or even pours,
And yet just as often,
The sun shines so bright and hot,
That you can barely breathe,
Or even just see.
Life gives you options,
Forks in the road,
You don't know where you're going,
But you go all the same.
You wish for a road map,
But none ever came.
So you just keep on marching,
And we'll do the same.

Yes, we'll all just keep on marching,
On this road we call life.