Society fears
Us looking in mirrors
And liking what we see
Posting 'selfies' online
Is a narcissistic crime
Because we're not allowed to be
Proud of how we look
'Cause in society's book
Insecurity plus jealousy equals pay
And when we cry
We're likely to buy
And the world wants us that way

I might be silent but my thoughts are loud,
I know you think down upon me for you are proud,
Proud to be the most popular person in this whole **** school,
I would rather be a witty fool,
Than be a self-less conceited person like you,
Who chases on the weak to prey on,
The one who gets joy from bringing others down,
Thing is your just like a clown,
You look nice and are funny that I know,
But many are afraid, for you're not the person you show,
Don't tell me twice, I already am aware,
I will never be one of you, I swear.

Aren't we all just broken pieces
Of everything we wanted to be?
All the shattered remains of dreams,
Scattered for the world to see?

I see a piece of you, before me now
Reflecting every word you said to me
If I pick it up, I would cut myself
On the jagged edge of your sanity

Yet I hold it tighter, this little piece of you
I can't give it to you, not just yet
I'm still not done picking up
All these dreams you left to crack

You don't see the way all these pieces
Shine your smile back at me and you
Won't you let me place the last shard now?
Won't you let it sparkle like it should?

Because you don't see the little pieces,
All the ones I've left far behind
Hidden under a smile because
I still need you to pick up mine ~

I guess it’s fitting that you’re made of star dust.
Each part of you from a different corner of the world.
I bet the sparkles in your eyes, were once flecks of the sun
and the salt of your lips were at one time part of the sea.
Because your voice is the warmth of a summer day,
Your laugh like thunder
Your touch electricity.
I’m almost sure your mind was once a part of some great poets,
Like F. Scott Fitzgerald
Or Virginia Woolf
And your hands must have belonged to Monet.
Your teeth look like skyscrapers from down here
And the city inside of you is about to swallow me up.
Like the deepest parts of the ocean
Your innermost thoughts are hidden and untouched
Even from me.
Like the bottom of a secret lake.
All I want to do with you is everything.
Because you’re this perfect being that makes everything better.
And I love you.
And somehow, you love me too.

broken hearts broken bones
no one cares cause no ones home
left me struggling screaming drowning
always crying always frowning