it’s too late
I’m full of hate
the lies trickle down my tongue
Just like honey
Bitter not sweet
Sticky like the blood
Icky like ink
Fueling my rage as I turn the page
My list of hate,

No in the Webster Dictionary is described as
:An act or instance refusing or denying by the use of the word no,
What they fail to mention is that it’s so dam hard to say, and even harder for some to understand  
Yes, no, maybe so?
Well no, I mean I want to, you know what yes.
No thank you, no I don't want too, not I'm not comfortable, no not interested, no please leave me alone

I sit here and listen
Listen to them argue
Listen to them complain
And I listen and hide my pain,
Why?
Why must you argue?
You argue as to why I have to stay
Do you not enjoy my company ?
I’m told constantly to quite down, and behave.
I try and I try,
But I’m so full of all this rage and pain.
It hurts, but you constantly remind me that we’re all in pain, and that I’m “okay”
But hey I have food, water, clothes and a house
I have no reason to complain, or at least that’s what you say.

“I like smiling in the rain” I say
“Why?” asked the sunny day
“ No one can see my pain”
I say as I sit and smile, my pain dripping off me disguised as this beautifully deadly rain.

“I like smiling in the rain”I say
“Why?” said the sunny day
“No one can see my pain” I say as I smile and let my tears be disguised as rain on this wretched day

They wish things would change
This is what I have to say
You wish for it from afar
Yet you never travel far
What you wish for isn’t easy
Wishes aren’t granted so easy
If you want it for a day
Then be ready to pay
Nothing is ever free
Nothing is ever guaranteed

I always loved reading ,tho my preference always changed,
In a book every chapter, every page, every verse, is disparate
We all have that one page,
The one that makes us laugh or cry
The one you can spend a day examining and and memorizing every little word wether it be a trouble free word or a bewildering word,
And you can’t, turn the next page, but you must,
You hope it’s the same as the other, but it’s not
You hope it’s about them living happily ever after, or that the dog made it home,
Only to find out that it didn’t …
And you can’t go back.