Dress me up just like a queen.
Make me so pretty.
Wear high heels.
Paint my nails.
In some pretty pink.
Make me look pretty.
But in the end.
I realize.
This isn't me.
Not who I'm supposed to be.
I put on jeans and a ugly shirt.
I paint my nails in some gruesome black.
Take off my heels and put on flats.
Just look at me.
I'm back.

Wild winds of words.
From the saddened and broken.
Peace on earth turns to terror.
Love into heartbreak.
Dreams into nightmares.
The found is now lost.
Like Atlantis.
A+ turns to F-
Warmth to cold.
Cherished to abandon.
Memories are forgotten
So is everyone I ever knew.
Who am I?
Who was I?

I dream my nightmares happily.
I'd rather have those than dreams.
Because they're more interesting.
They make me, me.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
Every morning I wake up and scream.
Everyday is my real nightmare.
And my nightmare's are my dreams

I fell for you. Why didn't you catch me?

I am not a doormat. I shall not be treated like one. You may not step on me. If you dare to try. I will invite all my online friends to have a party all over you. Enjoy the chips and salsa while you're at it. -_-

When you're at the point in life. Where you don't care if you live or die. Yeah, I'm at that point.