Words are broken like a poem edited
Not by the song
or as it writes
but by others who hear
a very
very
different sort of rumble.

How does one fix this?

What shall we do with the
music
no longer there.

I've known it was coming for a while now,
Spent years preparing for it,
Now suddenly it creeps towards me,
Pushing me to a place I've never known,

A place where I must chose who to be,
A place where I must fiend for me,
A place where I must never look back,
A place where I've been dreaming of,

Now it's finally here...

And it's somewhere I'm scared to go,
For this Change is something I must face all alone.

I Really Hate School,
I Feel Like Such A Fool,
I'm Not What You Consider Cool,
Apparently The People Who,
Are People Who Are Too Clueless To Spell Drool,
Are The Ones Who Rule,
There's No Chlorine In This Social Pool,
No Sifters To Take Out The Toddler Pooh,
That's Right Your Toddler Stool,
You're Just Fuel,
To My Fire Which Is Burning So Cruel,
Come Walk In & I'll Make You Shine Like A Jewel

The Hardest Thing About Being An Adolescent,
Is Living In This Uncertain Present,
Kids Start Smoking **** In 5th Grade,
And Every Word Is Turned Into A Grenade,
Waiting To Blow,
Waiting To Show,
How Horrible Person You Are,
For Every Little Mistake,
So As I Wish Upon Every Falling Star,
Let Me Retake,
The Test Of Life,
Let Me Strife,
Through The Night,
The Moon Glowing Bright,
So I Can See My Way Down This Desolate,
Path Of Being An Adolescent

Though the sun will set,
Dimming hope and heat and life ;
Without the dark of blackest night,
There’d be no need for dawn.

I Have Issues,
I'll Admit,
I Have Issues,
Im Trying Not To Get Split,
In Two,
I Love You,
And You,
And You Too,
But That Doesnt Mean I Don't Have Trust Issues

I Am Green Eyed Monster,
No Not Jealousy,
I'm Running On A Wheel Like A Hamster,
I Have Empathy,
But Im A Little Bit Of A Disaster,
I Don't Trust Anyone I Meet,
No Matter What Our Chemistry,
I'm Sorry But I Can't Compete,
Because I Wander Around Hopelessly,
Around The World,
Feeling I Don't Belong,
But I'm Only One Of 3 Billion Girls,
So Maybe I Do Belong

I Was Trusting Before,
I Got Slammed In The Face By An Opened Door,
I Thought I Was Able To Stand By Keeping Busy,
But Honestly I'm Still Dizzy,
I Was Welcomed In,
But My Acceptance Was A Sin,
My Thoughs Fly Like The Speed Of Sound,
I'm No Longer On The Ground,
Oh Poetry,
Let Me Feel Your Therapy,
I'm Sorry For My Issues,
If Your Upset Grab A Tissue,
But Inside I'm Just Afraid I'll Lose You

I've Realized,
I've Slowly Grown To Have A Permanent Scoul,
Which Sits Upon My Face,
Ive Realized,
Every Play Is A Foul,
My Happiness Coming Unlaced,
I'm Tired Of Pep Talks,
I'm Tired Of Encouragement,
Im Tired Of Getting Pelted With Emotional Rocks,
Energy Thinned From No Supply Of Nourishment,
I'm Sorry To Everyone,
Because I Have Grown To Be Bitter,
I'm Angered Because I Feel I Have No Freedom,
I'm Sorry I Am So Bitter

Let Me Be,
I'm Fine With Lying Through My Teeth,
I Don't Care If I'm A Snot,
I'm Tired Of People Pretending They Are Not,
Im Sorry To People Who Accidently Step On Me,
I Yell At You Because I Am Internally Angry,
I'm Sorry For Snapping,
Because I Fantasize About Being In The Woods,
Napping,
I Need To Let It Out,
I Need To Cry,
But You Shout,
If I Even Try,
I'm Sorry To My Friends,
I'm Ready To Burst,
I Promise This Will End,
But I Need To Blow My Fuse First

Let Me Talk To You,
It Will Only Take Me 10 Minutes,
I Need To Scream At You,
I Haven't Forgotten Yet,
I Need To Get Away,
I'm Tired Of These Kinds Of Days,
Pouring Out My Pain On A Blank Page,
I'm Sorry I Am So In Rage,
Its Only Because Every Thorn Wants To Poke,
Where There Is Already A Scrape,
Whenever I Start To Sing I Choke,
I Want To Feel Great,
Just Like The Old Times...

I'm Sorry I'm So Bitter,
I'll Try To Runaway From What I Have Become,
I'm Sorry I'm So Bitter,
I Feel Like Some Kind Of ****,
I'm Sorry Im So Bitter,
I'm Sorry I've Been So Dumb

I want to dive, headfirst,

into this ocean of ice-cold passion.

I want to feel the water engulf us,

swallow us whole.



I know the fear you feel,

the unholy anticipation of the rush

of sinking into the ocean,

when the tides are rough

and the water is cold.



But until we fall in,

it won’t ever change,

it will never go away.



We dangle our legs off the edge,

occasionally dipping our toes.

(I want to swim in your arms)