He once loved Christmas,
And Martha as well,
Shaved his face,
Then wore a paper bag over his head,
So no one could tell.
It had reminded him of a broken heart,
But now it had doubled in size,
Tears rolled down his face,
And out of his eyes.
He invited all the Who's to the mountain for Christmas dinner,
The whole table was full of food,
And the Grinch felt like a winner.
He started to understand the true meaning of Christmas,
Cindy Lou also taught him how to feel forgiveness.
The Grinch was mean because he thought the world would treat him cruelly again,
But Cindy Lou Who was different than the rest.
Even though the Grinch seemed like he was mean and cold,
He was soft on the inside,
Something that Cindy Lou had always known.

They smile & they scoff,
Pretend to be kind,
But whisper my name with a crueler mind,
They mock what they don't even care to know,
Plant seeds of doubt just to watch me grow slow.
They laugh when I rise,
And cheer when I fall,
Speak loud in a room just to make me feel small,
A cousin who once felt like a sister & friend,
Now glares like i'm someone she wants to offend.
They treat me like less,
Like I don't belong,
But I've been holding in silence so strong,
I've done them no harm,
Yet they pick me apart,
With jealous eyes & a cold little heart.
But they don't know the storms I survive,
How I'm still breathing, still here, still alive,
Their fake little shows,
their bragging & pride,
Can't cover the emptiness they hold inside.
I walk with grace,
Though they roll their eyes,
I see through their masks,
And sugar laced lies.
They measure my worth,
By their twisted scale,
But I won't let their bitterness,
Make me fail.
Let them stare, let them scheme,
let them sneer,
I'll stay true to myself year after year,
Because kindness will shine where cruelty decays,
And I'll rise from their shade into brighter days.

I'd rather a dog,
Because they do not judge,
They don't scoff at your downfalls,
Or hold onto a grudge.
They walk beside you,
And snuggle into your arms,
They are happy to see you,
And bark at anything that alarms.
They are loyal & loving,
And love you for you,
They don't talk behind your back,
Or treat you like poo!
They love being apart of your life,
And stay til the end,
Sometimes animals can truly make,
The best of friends.

I used to trust,
When I was little & small,
A kid that didn't doubt,
A kid that didn't stop nor stall,
It never crossed my mind,
Whether they liked me or not,
Or if I wasn't good enough,
I never had that thought.
I liked the way I was,
My true blue self,
But when I got older,
Something happened to my mental health.
Many people rejected,
The person that I was,
Pushed away & left out,
But it wasn't my fault.
When someone sees your spark,
They try to stamp it out,
They want to see you not do well,
They want to see you down and out,
But what you don't see,
When you feel that low,
Is they've always seen your spark,
They just don't want it to glow,
Because you are amazing,
Just the way you are,
And it's jealousy,
They had for me,
Cause I shone bright like the moon & stars.

You judge me,
Harshly,
Like you're putting this beam down on my head,
I'm on the stage & the crowd points & laughs while I stand there full to the brim in dread,
It's taking a toll on my mental health, & migraines keeps happening inside my head,
And I'm shamed for getting up late out of bed,
I sit there hunched over my phone at the table,
Meanwhile the indirect remarks & hurtful digs are said,
And my back is turned,
But yet, I can almost feel their eyes burn holes in the back of my head,
As they stare & judge me,
So I remove myself from the kitchen suddenly,
And walk back up stairs to my room,
And I sit on my bed & think how I lost that inner child who used to be so bubbly.

I won't forget how you treated me,
deceitfully,
& talking all the time behind my back repeatedly,
Running with your mouth, bring me down purposely,
For your own gain, but do you know your hurting me?
All the times you said hi & then greeted me,
But when you turn your back, you don't care, deleted me,
Just because I'm struggling don't mean that I'm below yee,
I'm grown up now, I cop onto things & I don't watch balamori,
Do you really think I forget things,
Do you really think I'm Dory?
Just please go away from me,
If you are treating me poorly.

Do you believe in soulmates?
The ones that catch your eye,
They might listen to the same music,
Or write it read or rhyme,
They remind you quite a lot of yourself,
When you're with them you feel whole,
Like they're another piece of your puzzle,
A treasure, a piece of gold.
There is an old belief that Chinese people have,
That an invisible string is connecting you and your person, your other half,
On the woman it's on their pinky & on the man it's on their thumb,
It might sound quite silly but probably not to some.

I'm not a famous author,
Or a poet writing books,
But I like to write what comes to mind,
And my rhyming's off the hook.
I don't know where I got it from,
It's probably just a creative mind,
I think outside the box,
And I don't like to be confined.
The words just flow out my brain,
As I write them down,
They all just come to me,
And I don't even know how.
It's just a skill I didn't give up,
And kept on practicing,
Writing, thinking & writing some more,
To see what my thoughts will bring.

A tear falls from my eye,
Inside of it holds questions why,
Like why you treated me this way,
And acted like I'm the one who's not okay,
Or why I'm always pushed aside,
When I treat them nice & treat them kind,
Or why I'm always ghosted and rejected,
And why I'm hurt and disrespected,
Why I always seem to regret it,
Everything I try and do,
My kindness is taken for granted.
Why are you so cold?
Do you even weep?
And why don't you feel bad?
How can you even sleep?
As I wipe the tear from my cheek,
I'm not asking why anymore,
Because my worth isn't defined,
By someone who has hardly felt this low.

The way things used to be,
Years ago when we were free,
What happened to our society?
Now mobile phones are glued to our hands,
Making quite a lot of demands,
Taking over starting to expand,
Like it's a whole other place,
Another land.
People are consumed by social media,
An unhealthy place is where it'll lead ya,
Picture perfect, flawless but fake,
How much of this can you really take?
Plump up your lips, and have a flat belly,
Don't eat sweets and don't eat jelly,
Be like Megan Fox who's with Machine Gun Kelly,
Be a model that's on the telly.
Have skinny legs and be 6 ft 2,
Only wear heels and don't wear shoes,
See yourself from our view,
Get botox til your face is blue.
Listening to your every word,
We know everything, we've got all the dirt,
Secretly listening to conversations,
Showing you clothes & makeup,
Testing your patience.
It makes you feel like how many followers you have or likes defines who you are,
If you have over 1000 followers, yeah you are a star,
But if you have only 7, oops sorry you didn't get far.
Number and likes don't define you,
Nobody has over 1000 friends,
Your value doesn't decrease based on numbers on social media,
You must be careful because sometimes it can try to mislead ya.

The rain fell down from the sky at night,
Tapping on the windows,
With all it's might,
I cuddle down in my bed with delight,
It was like free therapy, it felt so right.
The sunset rises in the morning,
In the dawn,
A bunch of colourful flowers filled with droplets on the lawn,
The morning sky wakes up and let's out a yawn,
I'd say this day ahead might be nice & warm.

Rain on glass,
Orange pink sunset skies,
Vinyl covered rooms,
& golden sparkling eyes.
Stars going on for miles,
And the moon like a big pizza pie,
Listening to indie music,
& going for a drive.
Chrome covered nails,
Sun shining bright,
This is all the **** that makes me feel alive.

Hey, how are you?
Oh I'm fine,
But what I really wanted to say was my mental health has started to decline,
And all these anxious thoughts they wrap around my brain like thorned vines,
And if I treated you the way you treated me, you'd be at ground 0,
Not at cloud 9,
Look up at the clock there yeah, see that... look at the time,
How would you like to be made feel bad getting up late because of a tired mind?
Everybody ******* out of me while I'm struggling, they can't be kind,
Passing indirect remarks and crossing the line,
Bragging about their lives & counting the dime,
Sneering & leering cause they 'wouldn't want mine',
So don't wonder why I'm down in the dumps,
Because in my life I've hit a lot of bumps,
And you've been mean when I fell down,
You didn't care & then you ask me how I am.

True Friends stay,
Not only when the sun shines,
But they stand beside you,
Through troubled times.
They don't walk away,
Nor gossip, nor laugh,
They don't make you feel bad,
Or talk crap behind your back.
They don't whisper in ears,
And look over their shoulder,
Or move away,
And sit away further.
They don't get enjoyment,
out of your pain,
And belittle your worth,
Or the intelligence in your brain.
They don't pass remarks or pick holes in who you are,
And they don't give ***** looks,
Or play up on your internal scars.
They don't pick out your flaws,
And overlook theirs,
A true friend doesn't do that,
Because a true friend truly cares.

Never underestimate the person that I am,
And never doubt my intelligence just because I've got shaking hands,
And never question if I'm good enough,
Because we all come from up above from that man,
And never say I'm stupid,
Or that I'm less than,
Never say you understand,
But don't reach out a hand,
And never pretend to be my friend,
If you never really can,
And never hurt someone just to be popular & have fans,
And never judge a book by it's cover,
If you don't know God's plan.

It's good to be unique,
A quality that you should keep,
And so is kind, nice & meek,
If they aren't nice to you,
Turn the other cheek,
They can look in and have a peek,
But they are not you,
And can't seek,
What you've found,
Down deep,
Inside of you,
Underneath.