This phrase is absolutely disgusting
and it is completely crushing.

This phrase is an invasion of privacy
and it constantly gives me anxiety.  

This phrase makes me want to throw up
every time you ask a CHILD before they grow up.

This phrase shouldn't exist
don't you understand the pain it inflicts?

Just leave us alone
to live our life.
Let us live outside of the shadows
and put away that knife.

Would you just shut up and listen?!!!!!!!!
Just, please... hear me and my vision.
Let me share my "invalid" opinion!

   I know you don't care, but I do.
I just want to be of importance too!
I want to share something I know to be true.

Can we have an actual conversations?
Not one that includes only your invasions?
I can't just sit here and listen to your expectations.

I am tired of being scarred
but you leave me charred,
and you make life so hard.

Please, just shut up and listen...

"What is trust?"
Trust is assurance
Trust is sureness
"What does that mean?"
Its faithfulness
Some one who has access
"Is it good?"
It can be good
It has the likelihood
"Is it bad?"
It can be bad
Its really sad
"Why do I need trust?"
When you trust
You become more focused
When you trust
You adjust
"How do I trust?"
Be vulnerable
Be comfortable
Be expressive
Be progressive
"I can try..."
That's all you need
You can succeed
"Can I trust you?"
Of course <3

I want you
do you want me?
I want to be warm
will you hold me?
I want to cry
will you cry with me?
I want to love
will you love with me?

I walk into the kitchen and my adventure awaits
I get out a bowl and put in 1/2 cups of butter.
I look at the creaminess and imagine its fate,
Soon it will become a delicate structure.

Next, you sift the sugar gleaming in the light.
Looking at the two separate things in my bow,l
I mix it together and they do not fight.
They go together so easily and it fills my soul.

Across from me is the basket of eggs, clean,
brown, and round, right from my backyard.
One and two they look so pristine.
Yellow in the center and the whites as its guard.

I open my creaky cupboard and grab the vanilla
I smell it, so sweet, but I taste it, it stings.
Its what gives it that something but its a killer.
Pouring it in as I sing.

Coco, its just like the vanilla, its bitter but sweet.
It get everywhere when I pour it,
it puffs up in a cloud of a sweet treat.
So fine and soft, it fills my spirit.

Finally, to finish the sweet brown goo
you add in a bit of flour,
it keeps it all it all together and completes the brew.
And just like that, it been a hour.

Why I try so hard,
when it never works out.
It always catches me off guard,
when it never works out.
I just cant disregard,
when it never works out.
I get so frail and scared,
when it never works out.
Throw me in a graveyard,
when it never works out.
Burned and charred,
when it never works out.

So whats the point in trying....