I can't say I regret it,
can't say I feel bad,
Cause it was long coming.
It was a storm just waiting to happen.
So, I let it.
"Why?", you may ask.
Well, because it was tough,
tough having to fight a battle I knew I was gonna lose.

I let it happen,
and I can't say I regret it.
Cause I also needed to live, just like you.
You made me do this, you know.
Why couldn't you stay quiet?
Why couldn't you stop it?
If it weren't for you,
I would still be here.

The words you said were like scars,
never leaving me.
I know it doesn't make sense,
but I don't really blame you,
I pity you, you know.
The you of then must have been similar to me.
You must have also hid when they came.
Still, I want to know, why,
Why did you do it to me?
Did you get any satisfaction?

You survived it,
you might think of yourself as brave,
but all you are is a coward.
I guess I just wasn't strong enough to face you head on.
I don't regret it because now atleast I know,
I know what it feels like to be left out,
to be looked down on,
to be spat on.

So, I thank you,
I thank you for showing me you who you truly were.
Or else I would have been living in a fool's paradise.
Even though you got through me,
but there lies a whole world beyond which, you cannot get through.
Though I'm leaving,
I'll still be here to see how much you regret it there.

I cry,
I cry for the things I can't have though I shouldn't.
I cry for the dog that lives next door locked on the roof.
I cry for the old man who can't see though it's better if he doesn't or else
he will see the unjust world.
I cry for the girl who isn't here cause she was taken away at a very young age.
I cry for the boy who doesn't have any friends because he isn't normal.
But most of all....
I cry just to let it all out.

She is living a lie,
just doesn't know it yet.
Her story is mine to tell.
She is living a lie.

She believes them when they tell her who she is,
except she isn't.
They want the real her to be hidden.
To never be found, to never be heard.

"Why?", you ask.
Because they are scared.
Scared of the world finding out about the real her.
Scared of the consequences they will have to face.

What they don't know is....
that she will find out.
And when she does,
they will not know what hit them cause she will be heard.

But right now,
she is still hidden.
Under hundreds of different locks.
But she... she will break through.

"Why?", again you ask.
Because she just realized,
that she was living a lie.

What if the flower doesn't bloom?,
Then I plant a new one.
What if the bird can't fly?,
Then I check to see if it's wings are alright.
What if the time turns back?,
Then I correct my mistakes.
What if I finally break apart?,
Then I will try to fix myself.... cause waiting for someone else to do it would only make me less me.

We were in 4th grade when we first met,
you  were always tall.
Though we were in the same class,
you acted as if you were older with your wise sayings and all that.
You were always sweet,
always, the lend a shoulder kind of friend.
You loved the idea of being in love,
though you were still young.
I still remember the time when we fought,
the first and the last.
We didn't talk for days.
I missed my best friend, my big brother.
Eventually we started talking again.
Our friendship became stronger in 7th grade,
but who knew that our time together would be short.
We didn't fight, but I went away.
The hardest day of my life - saying goodbye.
I still think about our friendship and how much it meant to me.
I miss our time together, I miss you.
So here I am, having said goodbye,
now saying hello again.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I think of you everyday,
I think of you in the morning,
I think of you in the night,
I think of you in my hard times,
I think of you when I am alone,
I think of you when I feel like giving up,
I think of you when it feels like whatever I do goes wrong,
I think of you everyday and will keep thinking of you.
But....... where are you????

You say it tastes bad.
I say it tastes delicious.
You say television is better.
I say newspapers are better.
You want to hangout with friends.
I want to hangout with family.
You want to be mean.
I want to be just.
You say happiness comes from money.
I say happiness comes from what good I do for others.
This is what is different,
because I am 'ME' and you are 'YOU'.