She won, but lost a friend.

Black finger nails,
Died hair,
Black clothes,
Tattoos on their bodies,
Black make up on their faces,
Metal, punk rock, dubstep,American electronic dance and others they like,
Piercings on the face,
Their lyrics,
Their thoughts,
The way they talk,
Has so much emotion they say so many words,
By just saying when
You  might know them by what they are called
Emo, punk, goth, and so on,

Glasses on their faces, Books in their arms and bags,
Knowledge in their head,
Hand up almost every time the teacher asked a question or says something incorrect,
They talk like scientist doctors kings and or queen,
They  get A's and B's, Movies and TV shows they were suspenders,
They don't  have so much of the fashion you call swag,
A lot of people called them by the stereotype, Geeks and nerds,

A smile on her face, Flowers in her hair,
Love in her heart, Positive thoughts in her head,
Has big dreams,
And so creative,
Has a sense of fashion, Well for a girly girl,
Her eyes sparkle,
While her teeth shine as white as snow,
I like to call her Skarlet,

They have swag,
Speak  with sass,
They call themselves Queens,
Not princess,
They stand out when being mistreated,
They speak loud it is time to express,
They  love you sisters,
They embrace themselves,
They know every trick in the book,
And they know all the rules of the games,
There quick and smart,
And know what you are and how you play by just one look at you,
These queens are called divas,

Now these girls I don't even have to give you a bunch of information, all I have to say is one word and that word is boy,
They eat, talk, and dress like a boy would,
Well most of them they are called tomboys and they love being one,

Society loves to judge people and who they are and what they are,
My identity will stay unknown,
But I want you to know is,
To always be yourself,
You are who you are and be proud of that.

Can you look at me from where my tears drop,
Can you look at me from where my smile is fake,
Can you look at me from where the truth never comes out,
Can you look at me from where I'm cut,
Can you look inside me from where I can't think straight,
Can you look inside from where I'm broken?
Where my black soul is,
Where I hide all my feelings and secrets,
Can you tell when I'm falling apart?
Crying?
Not being myself?
Not feeling good?
Can you tell me how you really see me,
Feel about me,
Do you know what I do when I get home?
I cry in bed wishing to die,
Wishing for everyone to leave me alone,
Crying because I'm not myself,
Because I can't have him,
Because I'm lost in this world,
Because I can't just leave,
Because I care,
Everyday I just want to go into the woods and run,
Run till I can't anymore,
I know thousands of people in the world have it worse than me,
But I can't help it I'm depressed,
I don't want to be but I am,I really don't want to die,
But I also can't wait,
I try to fight,
But my demons  still have control over me,
So I stopped  fighting and gave up.

Different eyes don’t meet, so why do we?, is it because we are the same , have the same personality, or just want some friends so we won’t be alone.Now I’m not talking about everyone
, I’m talking about you and a close friend. now if you and your friends have the same eyes it dose not matter, because you see diffrently right, like you have different imaginations. Now see i am the kind of girl who have a lot of friends, not tons but a lot and not me and some of my friends have the same kind of taste or imaginary. its ok though, and they reason why its ok because its funny and we get to learn more about each other and get closer, become a pack. Now that i think about it different eyes are not always different , some people are the same. They like the same stuff, do the same things, and even speak and write the same way. I’m saying that its not good because it is but some times it will get annoying. not all the time but sometimes. Like me and one of my friend ( Christina ) we both are the same and we love it but we do get mad sometimes and we get over it two minutes later. Know why. because we are best friends and no one can separate us. Well unless we go to different schools but you get it. We will connect though anything just to talk to each other, and we want i to stay that way. We both went though a lot in the past and we still do but that dose not stop us from being best friends and have the same but different eyes.

People have been recently telling me i'm drifting away,Well it's true,But i don't drift away for nothing,I do it because you don't need me as much as you did before,Yea I might talk to you sometimes and you might need me,But your happy now,You don't need a weird girl giving you advice anymore,Like don't you have other friends you talk to,I'm just saying no offense,If i'm drifting away from you,You should be happy, Your moving on and i'm defiantly moving on, Yea I admit it, I like to joke around a lot, But when I do sometimes i'm very serious, You just cant tell because the way i'm saying it is coming out funny, When its not ment to be,  So you know if i'm drifting deal with it cause i'm not always going to be there for you even when i'm trying to get my own life straight.

Everyone Should Love Each Other,
We're over fighting, Cursing,
Hating on each other,
Acting like we don't go though the same stuff,
Acting like we're better than the other person,
Telling lies about each other,
Making each other feel bad,

What is this all of this about,
What is that representing,
How is that making us any better,
No one is perfect,
No should talk bad about someone unless you are in that persons shoes,

Instead of fighting how about helping,
Instead of cursing how about speaking the English language,
Instead of making fun of other people how about making fun of yourself,
Cause you aren't any better,

Now don't only love other people,
Love yourself,
Cause that matters too,

In conclusion respect other people and respect yourself. Cause one day they can become a huge impact in you life and you won't even know it.

Everyone Should Love Each Other,
We're over fighting, Cursing,
Hating on each other,
Acting like we don't go though the same stuff,
Acting like we're better than the other person,
Telling lies about each other,
Making each other feel bad,

What is this all of this about,
What is that representing,
How is that making us any better,
No one is perfect,
No should talk bad about someone unless you are in that persons shoes,

Instead of fighting how about helping,
Instead of cursing how about speaking the English language,
Instead of making fun of other people how about making fun of yourself,
Cause you aren't any better,

Now don't only love other people,
Love yourself,
Cause that matters too,

In conclusion respect other people and respect yourself. Cause one day they can become a huge impact in you life and you won't even know it.

Go ahead pull it,
I'm not afraid anymore,
You can't play with me,
You're weak,
You're  a fool,
You're just a thought from the past,
You can't hurt me anymore,
The games are over,
I win,
Don't you get it,
You're nothing I tell you,
Nothing,
Just a monster from the past,
An old friend,
You want to fight,
Let's fight,
But this time I will win and all the times after this with one God by my side,
I'm the monster now,
You!, You're the girl from the past now,
You think you brought me down,
But all you did was make me bigger and stronger,
Nothing of you're kind will ever take control of me again,
I'm the queen,
You fear me,
So demon come on,
Just give up,
You’re not in control.

Imaginary girl walk to the street, with a black and gray on her body, her headphones on and rockin out, her eyes sparkle Bright Brown, a boy walks by, he does not know this or notice her, she gets sad, her eyes turn black, she starts to walk slower, thinking about how she is, what she is, why she was even brought to this world, she walks into the woods alone, she marks her spot, putting stuff down and run, she find an old abandoned house with a lost boy in it, he is about 16 years old, she is only 15, they walk for a while, he takes her hand and holds it tight, she takes him back to her marked spot, she starts to rub, he runs after her, he catches her and says these words, " I'm Jason, Skarlet ", She takes a closer look at him, and them runs away, he stays there and watches till she is out of site, he sits in the middle of nowhere, waiting, and waiting till she comes back, he says " she really is just an Imaginary Girl", he sits there for days, she never came back,

Imaginary Girl ~ A girl that no one pays attention to. Till she finds the one who really cares and loves her and then she runs away forever and becomes Imaginary to the person who loved her.

Knowing who you are is very important for the outside world,
You have to know type of individual you are,
If you don't that will be the end of your dream,
For a lot of people their dreams have to do with a lot of courage and independence,
Some of those people have went though those ups and downs for those dreams to come true,
And they made it,
They pushed though the hard times and smiled though the fun times,
Not all of your dreams will come true but a lot will if you just push harder,
Like a lot of people say no one can stop you but you and it's true,
My dream is to become a Author, Director, Musician, Script Writer, Speaker, Therapist,
I will do harder to get to where I wont to be,
I am a terrible speaker and musician,
But i will keep trying my best to get there,
I fI give up now I will never forgive myself for giving up,
And I don’t think you would forgive yourself for that either,
I don’t know anyone who still dose not want to live the way they want to live,
It might take years and years and years,
But you have to keep on motivating yourself to be positive,
No one can take you’r life away except for you.

Make me happy again,
Make me smile till I fall asleep,
Make me laugh till I choke on air,
Till I cant breath anymore,
Take me into the world where i can play with my animal friends,
Take to me the plays where I can see wolves,
My favorite animal,
Lets run with them,
Have an adventure with them,
And come back their leader,
With wolves on each side of us,
Hold my hand when i'm next to you,
Why don't you understand you make me happy,
You make me smile,
But you take me as a joke,
Yes I joke a lot but you should know when i'm serious,
You've  know me long enough to know when i'm serious,
I love you don't you understand,
Come on make me happy,
Now all I do is cry at night,
Over you,
Your eyes sparkle,
Your smile brightness up the day,
All you have to say is I love you,
You don't have to mean like your in love with me,
Just say it like you care,
Like i'm your friend,
Yes i'm in love with you,
Yes i know you don't care,
But I do,
Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me,
If you don't i'll be sad,
But all I want you to do is make me happy AGAIN!

Saying My Good Byes is always hard,
And I will expect it is for you,
But I can't say good bye to everything,
And you can't either,
I have said good bye to a lot of things in my life,
And some things I regret saying good bye to,
Like I really do regret,
By saying good bye to those things it has made me very sad,
But very open about what goes on in my head,

Not everyone can repeat life but I wan't to,
I wan't to say good bye to the things that made me who I really am,
Who I am now is not who I wanted to be,
I wanted to be someone totally different,
I wanted to be more like her,
The girl inside of me,
The girl who can speak in front of hundreds and thousands of people,
Not the girl who is always fighting her battles inside of her head,
NowI am starting to realize that I am starting to say hello to that girl,
And good bye to the girl I am now.

There once was a girl who liked to be alone. She liked the colors black and grey. She like reading, writing books and has a sense a fashion. She tried to pay attention in school, but she trying her best. She didn’t like to talk very much, she liked to stay quiet. When she talked she spoke quietly with a soft voice. She had friends but never she never really talked to them. The only time she did was when she was confused about class work or where to go.

On the weekends she went out with her outside school friends, who were totally different from her friends at school. Her outside school friends knew her way better than her inside school friends even though her school friends knew her longer. She was always independent.

At school when she was partnered with a classmate she would have already started the project and be done with it two days later.She had a sophisticated language She liked studying also but not as much as studying writing.

She is a very bright young lady which everyone thinks is not emo and punk. She is a Christian but she is also punk. She listen to dub-step, house music, punk rock, pop rock, sometime gospel (depends on what song) but mostly dub-step and house music. The color of her room was grey. She liked it that way.

Other people thought it was depressing (her school friends) some thought it was it was calming and cool ( her outside friends). I’m betting your think “How dose her school friends know what her bedroom looks like.” Well she FaceTimes with them and not often, and if she dose its only about class work.

She had her own Youtube channel and it was a calm and mature. She only talked about her writing, how she felt, other things and what she thought about life. She only had a couple of people who like talking to her from her channel. They emailed her, messaged her, and sometimes tried to get her number so they can hang out and talk about some stuff.

At home she was quiet two and calm too. When her family came over she never liked to talk to the as much anymore. She would sit at the corner of the table or of the room. Unlike some people she liked to be lifted out of anything that was not important. She only talked when something important was hap pinging that no one saw, when someone asked her a question or when someone got something wrong. What she would mostly would do is get her food and go upstairs like every thanksgiving when her mom didn’t tell her to stay downstairs.

Speaking of family she did not have a good connection with her father, step-brothers and step-sister. They never really i guess liked to talk to her. But what i can feel you is that her and her oldest step-brother talked a little everyday.

Now it sounds like this girl doesn’t have a attitude, or a anger problem, or talks back, but trust me she dose. When she gets mad, she gets mad. And its not good when she gets mad. Its like a demand come out of her. With fire in her eyes, veins popping out of her body, face turns red, and it almost looks like steam is going to come out of this girls ears. Now no one has seen her get mad and the reason why is because when people get her mad in public her getting mad dose not show. She keeps it in like a secret. When she gets home they ways she expresses it is by posting it one her YouTube channel and she even tells her subscriber what the person looks like, height, age and name. The reason why i said age and name is because the people that go to her school ****** her off. They might not know her but she knows them. She knows everything that goes on in the school and in her old school still. This girl might sound weak and quiet but in the inside she is strong and powerful, oh and yea her outside friends will punish anyone that messes with her even though this girl clearly doesn’t need any protection just to give you a heads up.

Now i have told you a whole lot about this girl and her name is Scarlet, she is currently 16 years old and in high school. If you want to know anymore about this girl give me a heads up,  like and or comment down below, right dow there and you might even get to see what she looks like in the future another heads up there so goodbye my little lovable  loves and have a wonderful day. Peace.

You make me laugh,
You make me smile,
You make me feel like you will always be there,
You treat me like no other boy has and I love it,
I have been though a lot these past year including this one,
To be honest my life is ****** from my point of view,
I try to keep everything in,
I'm already at war with myself,
You make me feel like you actually care about me,
You help me with my stupid mistakes,
I've been going though depression for a long time,
I even though about killing myself,
But when I met you today and talked to you on Skype,
That made me feel wanted like I actually have a meaning to be here,
Thank you and I love you

The Home of a person is the home of their spirt,
That sprit never leaves the home unless the person dose,
It never leaves unless you force it to,
Know why?
Its a spirt it follows you,
It guides you,
It looks over  you to see if you do the right thing,
Your home might change,
But  you have to know where ever you go your sprit will be your home.