Around my neck,
Three beads,
That mean too much to me.

Within my mind,
A girl,
That no one else can see.

But one word,
It snaps,
The whole thing falls apart.

The necklace becomes,
My noose,
That hangs and chokes my heart.

What questions did they answer?
I thought as I picked up the note,
Written were the two sides,
Of unasked questions: 'Yes' and 'No',
Which meant truth?
Which deceit?
Why when they answered,
Did they not dare to speak?
Were their friend's ears too sharp?
Were they too scared to say?
Did their throat dry up?
Was there no other way?
Perhaps it meant nothing,
Just some lighthearted fun?
But really, yes and no always mean something,
Somewhere, to someone.

If looks could ****,
Mirrors would be deadly.

Did I do enough?
Am I ready?
Or will I just crumble,
Crack,
And fall,
Collapse,
Lose it,
And walk out,
Knowing it's over,
My goal,
Too far away.

Joy could be,
Nothing but lies,
As could love.

But I could not care less,
These lies are kind.

Such a blessing,
Radiant friendship,
An understanding,
Gilded with laughter,
Warm smiles,
And a subtle sense of:
*I am home

There was once a tale of a girl in her coat,
Who ran with the stars in the sky,
You'd only see her if you'd lost all hope,
And had no reason why,
She'd find you in the darkness and tell you where she'd been,
Then tell of how she used to be a little boy who sinned.

It was often said the tale of the girl in the coat,
Was made up and false,
But many swore they's seen her ghost,
When all their doors were closed,
They say she finds you in the depths of your despair,
To tell you where she'd been and how long it took to grow her hair.

Now many years have passed and the tale of the girl in the coat,
Has somehow died,
The say it's because she could never cope,
No matter how hard she tried,
But if you look in the dark when you're lost she'll still find you,
To tell you where she'd been and tell you what you ought to do.

Don't write themselves,
But I'm not going to write them for you.

Blasting bass in my right ear,
A broken headphone to my left,
Vaguely the sounds of an old hamster wheel,
And a clanking, broken filter,
Disconnect the music,
Pull it apart,
And tie it round my heart.

Something in my head,
Saying "Go on!"
"Why not tell them?"
Something else says,
"Well, because..."

One of my friends,
Saying "Go on!"
"Why not live a little?"
My voice replying,
"Well, because..."

All of my heart,
Saying "Go on!"
"Why not be yourself for once?"
And all of my fear reminds me,
"Well, because..."

But then my heart says,
"Forget reason, follow me."
So I do.

Am I truly broken?
Or is it just what people say?
Am I truly falling?
Or flying a different way?

Is that why I find it hard?
Because I'm not sure?
But I am sure,
But I'm not sure the rest of the world is sure,
But I'm sure they don't want to be.

I keep saying it hurts,
But that's not it,
It's discomfort,
At other's discomfort.

Listen to me then,
All who say it makes no sense,
All who "can't understand",
Listen to me then,
Maybe if you'd just care,
For a second long enough to,
Listen to me then,
And hear me tell you clearly,
You don't get it? OK, so,
Listen to me then!
And I don't mean watch my lips,
Form the words, you need to,
Listen to me then,
You might take in what I mean,
If you actually just,
Listen to me then,
Listen to yourself.

When I was a baby,
My greatest fear,
Was my twin sister's teeth.

When I was a toddler,
My greatest fear,
Was tripping and falling down.

When I was four,
My greatest fear,
Was losing my teddy dog.

When I was six,
My greatest fear,
Was losing the friends I'd got.

When I was seven,
My greatest fear,
Was getting my times tables wrong.

When I was eight,
My greatest fear,
Was my best friend feeling bad.

When I was nine,
My greatest fear,
Was going to my best friend's house.

When I was ten,
My greatest fear,
Was that he'd go to the same high school.

When I was eleven,
My greatest fear,
Was the people who were bigger than me.

When I was twelve,
My greatest fear,
Was my best friend.

When I was thirteen,
My greatest fear,
Was telling my best friend no.

When I was fourteen,
My greatest fear,
Was that now I'd be alone.

When I was fifteen,
My greatest fear,
Was losing my girlfriend.

Now I'm sixteen,
My greatest fear,
Is being forced to be the myself,
That everyone believes,
But me.