Study the stage, young women
Because the day will come when you fall in love with a boy
                                                             ­  who's in love with you
                                                   but your friend loves him, too.
And let's face it. She deserves him.
So do it for her - channel Dorothy's excitement at the Land of Oz,
                             Hello Dolly's kindly matchmaking.
                             Be the Nurse to her Juliet; keep her secrets.
Only at night allow yourself to lose character.
You can then become Eponine in the rain,
                                       Christine in the depths of the opera house,
                                       Maria watching her world torn apart.
Avoid the boy's gaze if you can, ladies,
Because he knows you're no Dorothy,
                                              no Dolly,
                                              no Nurse.
He knows and you know, but you do it for her.

She was afraid
But aren't we all
Afraid that we'll drown
afraid that we'll fall

She was alone
Her, her, and her
In a room that was silent
Where nothing would stir

She was a fool
Dumb and naive
A silly little girl
With her heart on her sleeve

She was a dreamer
You're ****** if you're not
Hope keeps you fighting
...or that's what she thought

Dear Friend,
Maybe your right

Maybe it will just get worse, maybe it will be terrible.
But you at least owe it to yourself to hope for good. You at least have to tell yourself that there is still a chance for it to be better, even if you don't believe it right now.
You have to believe that there is good, for good to happen.
And one day, when you least expect it, you'll look around and you'll remember how bad it was, and how good it got, and you'll be able to look at yourself and be absolutely satisfied with the wondrous person that you became.
And I know that you don't see it now, and thats okay. But you will see it, just hang in there.
Because one day, when your living in a far off, lit up city you'll remember me. You'll remember what I said, and you'll see that it was true. And there in your far off lit up city you'll be able to create your own happiness, because thats what people surrounded in starlit skyscrapers learn to do. So just take a couple steps back and try to look at the blurry finish line of where you want to be 10 years from now. And if there is no picture yet, then close your eyes and paint it yourself. I know it sounds scary, but thats what makes it terribly exciting.

It always gets better in the end, so if its not better, its not the end. Its just the beginning. And I know that rest of this chaotic adventure we call life will be wonderful. Because thats how it works, thats what life is
Truthfully,
**M

I loved him.
And sometimes,
he loved me as well.

Another one gone without a tear,
or even a frown,

What do I keep doing wrong?

Sometimes I feel like maybe dreams can come true.

Then I remember that's a dream as well.

I'm tried of this, I've gone a little mad
You've stolen my self-confidence
I come in as a storm, and come out like a little rain
You make me feel small, you make me feel useless
From when we were kids, we've been told
"It's good to be special."
But in the real world, is it really?
You've made fun of my culture and religion
You made fun of my nationality
I'm just as American as you.
I was born here, and I act as you do
I dress different, but that means nothing
I speak English too, along with others.
I'm the exact same, just with values and morals
You may not have any, but...
DOES THAT GIVE YOU ANY RIGHT TO MAKE FUN OF ME!!!!??

Hands tapping on the table
Twiddling your thumbs
Thinking, watching, waiting
For what is yet to come.

Fingers interlocking
Smiles so wide and grand
Happiness envelopes me
When I hold your hand

Hands speaking their own language
With gestures, touches, and signs
But hands mean the most to me
When you're holding mine

A thousand broken hearts lay at her feet...

How different it must feel, when this one is her own