they tell you "just be yourself."
but then they criticize you for who you really are.

they tell you to speak your mind.
but then they tell your that your opinion doesn't matter
and that you are wrong.

society shouldn't control us.
society doesn't even know what society is doing to us.

others
tearing us down, then building us back up.
all to tear us down one last final time.
but the last time, we cant build ourselves back up.
this is how we lose innocent people to suicide.

how does one live with the fact
that they told someone to **** themselves
and they actually do it?
to me, thats like ******.

hating on someone else
doesn't make you any better.
tearing people down won't pull you up.

people have feelings. people care.
its impossible to ignore someone telling you
that you dot deserve to live.

how do you even say that to a person?
how can someone mean that?
nothing is worth a life.
telling someone that stays with them forever.

30 years from now,
they will probably remember someone
calling them *******. or telling them to die.
you think that doesn't stick with someone?
you think they get over it?

they don't.
think about it:
telling someone to die
is literally saying to them
that they don't deserve to grow up
and make a family
and be happy.
you're saying that they don't deserve to breathe.
telling someone to **** themselves
makes them feel like they should.
all
because
of one person
telling them to die.

dont underestimate yourself.
spread kindness.

beautiful flowers
blooming, bright and beautiful
temperatures warm.


hot, humid, and long
the sun has come out to play
hot, long day today

leaves are falling now
red, orange, just like the sun.
slight breezes all day

coldness is now here
snowflakes falling, white and clean
like a huge blanket

your eyes are like the bright sun
everything surrounds it
but it sustains us

I'm the type of girl
so wears jean shorts and a crop top
on Wednesday,
but wears mesh shorts and a tee
from 2008
on Saturday.

I'm the type of girl
who gets mad when it rains
but 25 minutes later
is out dancing in it.

I'm the type of girl
who says I hate boys
then likes one.

But I'm not the type of girl
who says she's not that type of girl.

he knows
how i feel
he doesn't
feel the same

i wish he knew
what he meant
to me.

he's leaving soon
ill try not to miss him
but i know
i will

its happened before
they left
when i loved them
i see them occasionally
not enough

no one knows
how i really feel about him
he likes girls
but not me.

i don't expect him
to obsess over me.
no.
i want him to feel the same.

he's a bright blue flower
in a field of weeds.
he's the sunny day
in a week full of rain.

i'm the thorn
on a beautiful rose.
he likes
the roses.

i see him
everyday.
i watch him with his friends.
acting completely different
than with me.
comfortable
funny
caring
when he's with them.

weird
opinionated
confused
with me.

he knows how i feel about him.
but not at all.

if I told you I was god
would you believe me?
if I told you I was immortal
would you believe me?
no.
so why would you believe me
if I told you I like poetry?
or if I told you that you were beautiful?

when you miss someone,
it feels like a gaping hole has just been opened
in your heart.

it feels like they were never even there,
like they were a figure of your crazy imagination.
but really,
its just that the memories
are fading away.

She never knew
what one simple penny
could do.

She thought it could bring some luck -
if she found one on the sidewalk.

She thought
donating it wouldn't help -
or bring happiness to a man or woman
living
in the street.

She never knew
what one simple penny
could do.

ah, how the renewal of spring
brings new, lovely things
the soft pitter-patter of rain
as if it washes away all pain.

how the colors turn from dark to light
and everything seems alright
and as april turns into may,
you remember that happiness is coming your way.

everyone wants to be trendy
while steering away from the trends.
trying to be hipster or cool
all while not trying.
it does make sense.
we want to stray from tradition and stand out
but also be normal and fit in.
we need to make up our minds.

your eyes are like the stars
i always wish upon them.

everyone is hiding something from you.
it might not be something bad
but you never know everything
about someone.

for a girl in your geometry class,
she's hiding the fact that she has read every book in the library.

for a boy on your team,
he is beaten at home.

you never know everything.

and although we ignore this fact,
and it is a good idea,
we can't forget about it.
everyone has a reason.