I am not who you think i am, i am not who i think i am, i am not what i think you think i am. I am ... Nothing!

Why do you have to be such a bully? You will never get letters that end with "yours truly"! Because of what you do bad things will happen to you too. You want to come in my house after you said and did what you did? My feelings and thoughts for you completely ended! For get the way things used to be with your fake smile and laughing tehe! That day has come to an end when the one being bullied stands up fed up with the trend. They yell and scream to get it through their heads with people thinking they need to be on meds. When really all of those people arent there but they are defenately some where looking at you through this mirror laughing at what used to make things so much clearer. You are your own bully standing in the way of your fears and hiding whats there truly,truly! Turn away and face the day as a person not a mirror dont make anything become clearer. Be the one who makes a difference!

Why do i feel like everything has to have an order?
Why cant everything be random?
Never know how or when you'll get a ride home from your friends house. Never know what time it is. Get lost in the fact that nothing has to be perfect but everything has to be scattered and unorganized. But how would we know if it was random if there were no such thing as order or normalism? Would we even exist if the world began randomly than perfectly?

What are we but rays in which makes up the sun that shines each day. Some duller or brighter than others but still there everyday showing what they have to offer. Some like to stand out and touch everything living and make them come to life. Others hide behind the shadows of the brighter lights and fear of the world as it may be or may become. I am the sun. Gathering those rays dull or bright hoping that they all stay attached and willing to feel my warmth and comfort. Til the day when that plan fails and all my rays start to slowly die off and we no longer have a sun. Just the darkness of the moon and the days that it brings.
#forever alone #never understood

So often at this time of year we hear
What some never have the chance to say.
"If I only had that grade, then life would be clear"
And we forget that many could only dream of that day.

They dream of the day they could go to school
While we whine about our 89.999999's
They pray for the money to become a jewel
While we whine about our lack of Bevo bucks for Starbucks.

"Please Lord! If I could only get an A." I just heard
From the girl to my right, talking to her friend.
Which makes me wonder what I'd prefer;
To whine over what I don't have, or to rejoice in what's far more important in the end.

She says "I wish I had an A."
While I am no better, "I wish I was passing."
While the little boy says "I wish I could get a career someday."
Which brings my mind crashing.

I ask why, you wave goodbye
I say hello, you say no
I wonder how weve come to this, you go on like theres nothing you'd ever miss
I cry myself to sleep at night, while your crushing my heart squeezing tight
I feel the ripping of my chest being opened, while you tug and pull on the ropes end
I am dead...ill...still you go on as if there never was or will