Awake in the nights
Asleep in the day
There's nothing to stop me
From  making my way
Down this road less traveled by
Leading me awry
In a life full of answerless questions like "why"
Why am I awake
Why am I here
Why have I pushed away all I hold dear
Why am I alone
Awake in the night
Why am I swallowed by this never ending plight
Where are you now
Hell, where were you then?
Who, what, where, why, how, and when?

You are now what you are not
Your good and evil plan
I suppose you are my strongest fear
The fear of the duality of man

Some may call it two faced
You aren't but you can
Be something but my greatest fear
The fear of the duality of man

You once were an angel
Gripping kindness in your hand
But devils walk around you
Enforcing this duality of man

I guess that's who we all try to be
That "Little Miss Perfect" that has haunted all our dreams

You see her
And you really want to be here
But you know your dreams are unattainable
They see you
And they're lucky they can't be you
'Cause they don't wanna be invisible

I guess that's who we all try to be
That "Little Miss Perfect" that has haunted all our dreams

You see you
And you sure don't wanna be you
Because you really hate yourself
You see her
And you really want to be her
You just wanna be anyone else

I guess that's who we all try to be
That "Little Miss Perfect" that has haunted all our dreams
Not me.

I see you
Why don't you wanna be you?
Why can't you see you're wonderful?
I see her
Why do you wanna be her?
You're Little Miss Wonderful

Some people seek their solace in a bottle of ***
Some people wait for happiness that surely won't come
Some people find their destiny just wandering down
A road of broken promises where loneliness is found

But they find it
They find comforting sorrow
They find 'em
Finding lost tomorrows

We build our bridges
We tear them down
We wish for kisses
We get frowns
We accept it
As though it's all we deserve
Because we know we were meant to be seen.
Not heard.

We build our cities
Live our lives
We hide our struggles and our strifes
They don't want to hear it
So we don't say a word
Because we know we were meant to be seen.
Not heard

And we take it
We listen to them
We **** it up
Again and again
The stories that we cannot tell
For we were meant to be seen and not heard
In this hell

I make music, I make noise
They try to tear me down
But they can't speak over my voice
They try to quiet me
But listen to my words
I was meant to be seen
*and heard

"It's a cloud," they tell me, "that's all that it is"
The way a stone is a stone, and a brick is a brick.
"But, see? It's a flower, it's a rose without thorns"
"It's a duck with no bill, it's a dancing unicorn!"
Stratus and Cirrus? They cannot define
These beautiful creatures that dance in the sky
You hide behind reality, what you know to exist
Living through life but only catching a glimpse
Of what life has to offer
Just look at the clouds!
Stories untold that beg to be screamed aloud.
Refusing to tell them is what makes a brick a brick
But sometimes that isn't all that there is!
Look in the sky
Listen to it's tales
For reality is boring
But dreams prevail.

A village of cheers is still a village of screams
But a village of nightmares is still a village of dreams.
A village of hope is a village of illusion
A village of genius is a village of confusion
There's always a dark side
But the sun's always bright
There's always a day coming after the night
Looking on the bright side is always so hard
But if your hand is ******
Just turn over a new card.

If guns shot words
Those guns would say
"Fight not with bullets, but with tongues"
Use the words, the powerful words
That sprout out from your lungs

If grenades exploded
And they were loaded
With kindness and happiness and joy,
Those bombs would blow
And smiles would glow
Over every girl and boy

If cannons were words
Those words would tell
That words, they touch
While weapons yell

If guns shot words, those words would say
"We fight with love,
Not guns today."

It's the story I refuse to tell
The story of before we fell...

The story of an empire of glory and fame
The story of Rome by any other name
We were a tower made solely of paper
I was dangling off the roof of our fragile skyscraper
The wind in my hair was strong enough to defeat
Those ****** angry monsters that danced at my feet
We were an empire, but all is the same
We were just Rome by any other name

Until death I'd sworn to defend
That ******* story
This is the end

Is it something I said
Is it just how it is
Did some other girl give him more than I did

Is he telling the truth
That its not me, it's him
Is it something I said?
Is that just how it is?

I wonder how he's doing without me
If his new girl is funnier and pretty
Or if he's alone
Under covers at home
Wallowing in his own self pity

I wonder how he's doing without me
If he's rid of the remnants of our love
Or if they're held holy
To that boy that's now lonely
I wonder who he's thinking of

I hope he's doing well without me
I hope he is more than satisfied
I hope it is worth it
To him and his girlfriend
Worth all of the tears that I've cried

I wonder what he did
With those pictures on his wall
If he loved them and kept them
Or let go of them all
Those photos and paintings
The pictures of us
Did he betray them
The way he betrayed my trust?
I wonder what he did
To those innocent pics
Left them like he left me
Lonely and sick

First of all I pray
That everyone could say
That they remembered a name
I pray that every one
Can remember those daughters and sons
That aren't all the same

Secondly I beg
That every broken leg
Heals with grace and ease
Every broken heart
Feeling torn apart
Can heal.
I beg, please

Most of all I want
A world that doesn't haunt
My mind with disrespect
Most of all I need
A world that's free of greed
Is that too much to expect?

The happiness is scarce
But the tears are plentiful
Stories unwritten
But bound to be pitiful

The happiness is scarce
Joy's rare but pain's common
You see it on the streets
With the crimes and the bombings

The happiness is scarce
A source un-renewable
So we store it for later
And ignore all the beautiful

The happiness is scarce
But we refuse to use it
Maybe that's why
We continue to lose it

The happiness is scarce
But the tears are plentiful
The only way to stop it
Is to make it all wonderful

Maybe someday
Words will be more than words
Tears will be more than tears
Somebody speaks
Somebody hears

Maybe someday
Ears will be more than ears
Eyes will me more than eyes
You see, you hear
Understand. Realize

That maybe someday
Words will be more than words
They'll be lyrics with meaning
And maybe that day
The world will be gleaming

Build a bridge
Get over it
It's your life
Take hold of it

Nothing glitters
Nothing's gold
But it's your life
And it's yours to hold.

So polish it well
So that it will glisten
Tell your story
No matter who listens

For it's your story
It's yours to be told
'Cause it's your story
And it's yours to hold.

Censor it.
Withhold it.
Nobody wants to know.
Don't ask. don't tell.
Don't spill. Don't show.

Censor it.
Withhold it.
Keep in under locks.
Think it, okay
But say it, do not.

Censor it.
Withhold it.
They don't want your opinion.
Society's your leader.
And you are its minion.

*Don't be its minion

You taught me how to love
You made me feel like flying
You have raised me up
When I was on the verge of crying

You taught me how to love
When all I knew was hate
You taught me out to feel
Happiness, not ache

I couldn't ask for more
For *you taught me how to love
I couldn't thank you more
But thanks will never be enough.

The clock will tick on
Turning back its speeding hands
Only speeds it up

The sky is a shade of angry air
With the false illusion of gray
The kind that foreshadows agony
That never goes away

Skyscrapers high and paves on the ground
Serving as concrete masks
Wallflowers hide as wallflowers do
From people walking past

Never does a color floss
Through trench coats and slacks, all the same
Never does a person pass
Who knows more than your name

For wallflowers hide as wallflowers do
And no one really cares
For those wallflowers grow, ivy on brick
It never moves, but it's there.

An anonymous terror
That hides in the halls
And burns down our stands
And blocks out our calls

An anonymous terror
That makes and it breaks
Breaking the real
And making the fake.

An anonymous terror
That points out our flaws
Gives insult to injury
And tears down our cause

An anonymous terror
That burns down our signs
You can break all our pickets
But you can't break our pride.

I stated my grievances
3 for each class
Each handful of problems
Each pain in the ***

I stated my grievances
But thought of the perks
I couldn't find a piece
That didn't really hurt

So I stated my grievances
Shouted them loud
I'd love to discuss them
But I'm *not allowed

I am a reader*
I flip page to page
I live a different life
Every single day

With a whoosh I’m a wizard
A vampire, a slayer
My book is a game
And I am its player.

A million different minds
All share one head
When I read a book
Under covers in my bed

I am a reader
A reader is me
I can be in any story
*So that’s where I’ll be.

I write like a poet
I speak the words of a song
I sing like an angel
…who tends to get the notes wrong.

I’m funny and friendly
Or I pretend to be
I’m weird but I’m witty
I guess that’s just me.

I wear my sneakers
To parties with dresses
I paint on the walls
And I make frosting messes

I suppose I’m annoying
But I bet you are too.
I guess that’s my panache.
How about you?

"Every child is an artist"
And an artist I'll be
Happiness and freedom
That's music to me.

The echo of the hall
ting, ting, ting on white keys
Like an escape from reality
That's music to me.

Curtains and costumes
Dancing, moving free
Waves of the ocean
That's music to me.

I write about love and I write about hate
I am a writer who was born to create

I am a writer
I write with a pen and I type with a whirl
I'm a writer, a poet, a creative girl.

I am a writer
Hear the whoosh of my pen
I am a writer and I'll say it again

Because I am a writer
I want to be heard
So I'll write every sentence with thought in each word

I write about love and all that is great
I am a writer who was born to create

The scenery is dull
And you're feeling death's pull
And the sky is an ominous boat of gravy

But the scenery's bright
In the middle of the night
When the sky is swirled in navy.

The scenery's lonely
And you are the only
Life in the march of a swarm

The scenery is dull
And you're feeling death's pull
But it feels refreshingly warm.

There are infinite stars
And infinite wishes
That I mouth in my restless sleep
There are millions of words
That I wanted to say
But I conceal every peep.

There are billions of people
With billions of thoughts
It what seems like billions of hours a day.
Millions of miles
And infinite wishes
*Why is he so far away?

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, greed
The allure of lust confused with need

Fear, fear of floating or falling
Crying to feel the sting of your bawling

Anger, anger, joyful or sad
It hurts so much
*But it's not so bad.

I love you
I love you too

To say it, to say it aloud

I love you
I love you too

To feel it, to let it all out

I just wanted to hear it
I'll say it again

I love you to the moon and back

I love you
I love you too

Saying it, knowing for a fact.

That *I love you
I love you too

I miss you, I miss your sweet touch

I love you
I love you too

And I miss you, I miss you so much

I could write you a sonnet
An epic in length
I could paint you a picture
With an acre's worth of paint
But to write you a sonnet
I'd need to confess
A love for you, darling
That I cannot express
I could write you a sonnet
But would you even read
My letter to you
In my time of need?

*This time I need you

The words on my lips are too sweet to reveal
So I beg for your pardon as my poem is concealed
The rhyme and the prose, I'm too scared to say
So it fails to see the light of day
The words they lust but will reach you not
But they will live on. They'll live on in my thought.
There are words that I want you to know
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
But I can't let them show.

*Forgive me

Never has there been an escape
Never have I seen the way out
Never has there been a green light
Nor a benefit of the doubt

Never has there been a yellow-brick-road
Nor a lantern to lead my way past
Never has there been guidance
Nor an answer to the questions I've asked

Forever there's been a problem
When yourself is the antagonist
Forever there's been a conflict
That cannot be solved with your fist

But forever and ever we've fought
We fight ourselves and we fight each other
Pain and pleasure walk hand in hand
But never look in the eyes of one another

Never have they met
*Not really

Do you recall pain?
Remember the restless nights?
Now they are your fault

The tables have turned
Time is on the other side
Of this agist world

Now you are the problem
You invoke the sleeplessness
I hope you're happy

We are not

Cold silence shatters
Awaken the shrill voices
Of minds in the night

I loved you
You liked me
I accepted it, I s'pose
I love you
You like me
And that's how it always goes.
But now we're together
And I love you still
But I can't make you love me
So I'll hope that you will

I call myself a feminist and you cringe
If you've got a problem, Sir, just build a bridge.
I'll cry you a river if you'll get over it.
I'm done dealing with your stupid ****.

When I believed in magic things were good.
I wanted to be a princess the way any little girl would.
But I grew up and now my heart's not on my sleeve
'Cause I'm not that little girl and I'm no longer naive.

When I believed in magic things were nice
Prince Charming was only a ride away in a chariot with mice
But I'm not the way I was before, I believe
That I'm not that little girl and I'm no longer naive.

When I believed in magic, when you lied
I believed in Prince Ali and in his magic carpet ride.
But I'm older now and I'm starting to see
That I'm not that little girl and I'm no longer naive.

Sometimes you hide your wings
Sometimes you let them show
But I can always see

How beautiful you are
Even without your wings you glow
You're beautiful to me.

I'm not afraid of the dark
I'm not afraid of the demons that hide from me
I'm just afraid of that spark
That lights up when you're here, that lights up inside of me.

I'm not afraid of spiders
I'm not afraid of what's crawling in the night
I'm just a lover, not a fighter
And I'm just afraid of the fight.

Love is not a story it's a song.
You put it on repeat and play it all night long.
Love is not a fairy tale, not prose
Love's a melody and this is how it goes.

*I love you

Ha.
The sound of broken laughter
Of broken little hearts
The sound of sadly ever after
When worlds fall apart
Ha.
The sound of cynical souls
That only want an out
The sound of laughing trolls
An deflated spirits of doubt
Ha.
The sound of cold sarcasm
That hurts but makes you laugh
The echoes of the chasm
Into which you fall and crack
Ha.
They weren't really laughing
The happiness was fake
The hammers, violently smashing.
Hurt. Afraid. They Ache.
It wasn't funny

I miss you when you're gone
I miss you when you're here
Because I know that you're leaving soon

I miss you in the light
I miss you when it's dark
I miss you like the low tides miss the moon

I miss you when you're far
I miss you when you're not
Even when you're close...

I miss you like a ghoul misses her sense of touch
And when I am alone
I miss you most

A feather in a hat
A style and a flair.
I am not special
I am just... there.

Finding myself
Finding my way
Don't know who I am
Just living for the day

I don't have a panache
I don't have a trait.
I'm finding myself
I'm finding my way.

Frozen, flaky, fragments
Of forward flashing time
Stellar stars are stupefied
When you beg them to align

For angry angels answer
And angry angels weep
Scribbled constellations
Will sing your soul to sleep

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

The walls had ears and the walls had tongues
The walls they hear and the walls they hum
Can you hear them call?
Can you hear them sing?
Can you feel the rains of the early spring?
'Cause the walls are thin
And the walls are weak
But the walls, they hear
And the walls, they speak.

Who cares how many muscles spent?
Frowning is easier than being content
Being upset is a work out, I suppose
But it's harder to run than it is to stay posed.

Concrete jungles
Paper towns
Paper people
With real-life frowns
Paper smiles
Plastic stars
Ignored taxi cabbies
In yellow  paper cars
Paper couples
Singles too
Real life me
Paper you.

3 in a hundred
0.3 in ten
Less than a human
Hurts like thousands of men

I understand and so do the rest
Those 3 in one hundred don't deserve your best

If you give them your all
They can take 30 percent
But if you give them nothing
Then what do they get?

*what they deserve