you have done me wrong,
before i used to be strong.
before i used to be the one who could never be tied,
that was not prone to emotional rides.
i used to be able to take whatever life threw at me,
it was ok to be me.
but then you came into my life and changed me,
i now opened my eyes to see.
i used to be so strong that no one can bring me down,
but now a single negative word from you can make me frown.
now you can reduce me to tears if you got mad,
now you broke me out of the shell i had.
never before had i ever had conflicting emotions,
now they seem to hit me harder than anything i envisioned.
now i crave for things i didnt want before,
i now want more.
i yearn for things that i know that im not ready for,
you have turned me into an attention *****.
you broke me into a woman,
i used to act like a man.
now i worry about my appearance,
you were my worst influence.
look at what youve done to me,
cant you see?
you broke me into who i am,
for you are the only person that can change all that.

i had this amazing art teacher in high school. he was always wacky, always loved talking, and appreciated the small things in life. i had him for 3 years of my high school life and he was one of the only few that actually remembered my name. my major flaw in art was that i lacked depth and detail and i always ran out of time and he always encouraged me, always willing to give advice. i always thought that he hated my art: my art was always borderline cartoonish and anime, every once in a while praising me for my weird imagination. i always thought that he didnt like my art and it frustrated me because i wanted to wow people and smack awesome art in their face yet i couldnt quite seem to impress this teacher. so despite that, i practiced and finally i noticed i can draw faster and that i started to get smaller details. eventually it was the last day in art of my senior year in high school and i was emotional, i realized that it was the end of all those times at school. my teacher asked us earlier if we wanted a party to celebrate and of course we said yes. on the last day we gathered at a table and sat down to eat with each other like a dinner table full of family. my art teacher was emotional of course, but he wanted us to hear some advice he wanted us to know for life. he went down the table and addressed people individually and complimented them and gave them advice. finally he said my name and i looked, ready to hear the worst things possible. he said "i've known you for 3 years, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. you have eyes that seem to see everything and i think that can take you far in life." i was speechless, i didnt know what to say, for these 3 years ive known him, i thought he didnt pay attention to me and merely dismissed me completely but i was wrong. so the moral of the story: dont assume things of people, they can surprise you, whether it be the worst way or the best way possible.

a writer gets their inspiration from anywhere,
a writer can have details written with flare.
a writer can see every little thing and detail,
a writer can unleash mystery like a veil.
a writer can hear these words and their thoughts and taste,
a writer sometimes have to write with much haste.
a writer can lose that inspiration with a blink of a eye,
a writer knows that some things take time.
a writer can discard these senses and focus on what they feel,
a writer can make a persons mind reel.
a writer is like an artist,
a writer can produce a picture with such a twist.
a writer can lose themselves so easily,
a writer can become touchy feely.
a writer must go through an inevitable block,
a writer shouldn't be made fun of or mocked.
a writer uses a block to experience and try new things,
a writer can get new inspiration as fast as a ring.
a writer is different, they can see things different than any of their fellow man,
but a writer is most definitely a human.

life is fickle,
life is difficult.
life is sweet and moody,
life is dark and broody.
we question things and people,
from the small child to the old and feeble.
so many questions that we still cant grasp,
from the real boring to the shocking truths that makes us gasp.
sometimes we are the ones who create these questions,
sometimes its another person.
life is already difficult as it is,
everyone knows this.
yet its our job as human beings to help the others out,
and not make them scream and shout.
however we feast on sadness and enjoy the hot taster of anger,
we yearn for thrills and danger.
we have monsters in the world waiting for us,
we can even find those monsters within us.
everyone yearns for release, a way out of life and its horrors,
we even get pushed to our breaking points and borders.
yet if we let those monsters win,
whats the point of living?
there will always be monsters,
but if we let them win, will we become a lost soul or a monster?

go ahead and hide from me,
go ahead and leave.
go ahead and run from me,
a coward is the only thing i see.
go ahead and call me names,
there is nothing that we can change.
go ahead and call me a child,
for i am not the one who acts wild.
go ahead and try to control my life,
im done with being treated like a petty housewife.
go ahead and beg me to stay,
i will still run away.
go ahead and try to convince me to change my mind,
im done with being left behind.
go ahead and tell me all those sweet lies,
i love the sound of your cries.
go ahead and tell me that i mean a lot to you,
i dont want be with you.
go ahead and tell me im your family,
i still remember you left me when i needed you daily.
go ahead and hide you coward,
i will keep going forward.
go ahead,
my feelings for you are dead

please mother,
stop looking at me with those eyes.
please mother,
stop spouting all these lies.
please mother,
stop poking at my flaws.
please mother,
stop making me reach and pick at straws.
please mother,
stop criticizing me for everything i do.
please mother,
i dont want to be someone new.
please mother,
im not like my sister.
please mother,
i cannot compare to her.
please mother,
love me as much as you love my brother.
please mother,
stop being with father.
please mother,
i want to be who i am.
please mother,
you cant change what i am.
please mother,
dont hate me.
please mother,
let me be me.
please mother,
i feel so trapped and weak.
please mother,
just love me.
please mother,
stop controlling me.
please mother,
i want to be free.

my love, listen to me,
can you hear my silent agony?
my heart and soul, listen to it,
can you hear my very world go down to ****?
my soulmate, listen to it hard,
cant you hear my heart breaking into shards?
my companion, listen to the sound of my voice,
cant you hear the chaotic noise?
my lover, listen to my heart,
can you hear the choking back of tears?
my dear, listen to it beat,
can you hear the endurance it takes to stand back on my own feet?
my sweet, listen to it,
can you hear the abyss-like pit within it?
mi amor, listen to me,
can you hear the passing of time around me?
my honey, listen to my mind,
can you hear the answer that i can never seem to find?
my pumpkin, listen to that sound,
can you hear the solution i have found?
my biscuit, listen to me,
can you hear the sound of me leaving?
love, listen,
this is the end.