Society told me
To look like a ****
Wear no clothes
And get a bigger ****

Society told me
That I am ugly
Much too hideous
For the public to see

Society told me
That I am worthless
And if I took my own life
I would not be missed

Society told me
That skin and bones look hot
They taught me how to eat
...or rather how to not

Society told me
That I am too fat
Well everyone is beautiful..
So
What kind of world says that?

Can you imagine a world where
The most beautiful girl
Would be the one who never cried,
Because every single tear
That would drop on our face
Would leave scars
On our upper cheeks.
Therefore the happiest girl
In the whole world,
The one who would've never cried,
Would be the prettiest
And it would be wonderful.
But then on the opposite,
The girl who'd suffer from depression,
Would be hiding alone in the dark,
Ashamed by those deep red marks
Tattooed on her face.

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What is love?
Who are any of you to define it?
Why does one feel love?
Why is it here?
I don't know.
Neithe do you.
We all might think we know what it is,
But we can never be sure.
I think love is light,
Shining down on you
The sun on your back,
The wind in your hair.
Those beautiful eyes,
Staring blissfully into your own.
That amazing smile,
That makes you want to cry.
Those tears from their eyes that make you want to die.
And those arms, strong, protective
Pulling you into a hug you never want to leave.

Coughing up the phlegm
I've come to realize, this big surprise
no longer can I keep it to myself
Stuff like this can grow inside the body
and it's snotty
but you need to know the facts now for yourself.

and if the sputum's yellow,
be assured that it is viral
but can spiral
into something worse
a curse or so they say
so take the time to rest
and yes,
drink water and some juice
and for a boost,
vitamin C, 1000 mgs
just twice a day.

and by all means
take your cold to Walgreen, Eckerts, CVS, or Rite Aid,
where there's medicines that might aid and I might add
many brands that you can choose from~
Robitussin stops your fussin'
Advil Sinus for your highness,
by and far my favored Nyquil night-time
is the stuff I get my snooze from

if you've got a fever and it's green
you're infected, should be seen
do not delay if it is grey
or other colors of the day
because these bugs are nasty
downright mean!

cozy up with Vicks upon your chest
mentholatum tends to clear the passage best
a little dab will also do
beneath the nares it is true
external balms and lotions help you rest.

a clean humidifier by the bed
keeps the moisture in your tissues
and that said
keep a box of Kleenex near
the softest kind will feel most dear
and place your favorite pillow 'neath your head.

It's good to keep some chicken soup on hand
it's value has been known throughout the land
keep the heat on, be a ***** and
and crack the window just a pinch
and try to sleep as much as you can stand.

in time you will recover from this hell
your symptoms will subside and you can tell
but be sure to keep your guard up,
avoid crowds
and don't be hard up,
just insist they keep their distance,
and stay well!

You’re bad for me,
They think I don’t know that,
But I am mad you see,
And their objections only my rebellion begat,

You’re a rock star in the making,
So Mr. Rock star stop hesitating,
And just rock n’ roll my heart,
Play on the strings and give its beat a kick start,

Come on Mr. Rock star,
And just rock n’ roll my heart,
Just play on this beating bleeding guitar,
I know dancing to your rhythm isn’t smart,

Because you’re my worst possibility,
With soon to have fan girls and teen boppers,
Only to provoke in me jealous hostility,
With you’re soon to be chart toppers,

But Mr. Rock Star in the making,
Come on and just rock n’ roll my heart,
It’ll one day soon be breaking,
When your attention does depart,

So Mr Rock star in the making,
We only have this moment for our taking,
Where by we may some feelings impart,
So Mr Rock star for now just Rock n’ Roll this heart.

A cloud in my brain
a rock in my stomach
aching bones
hot eyes
wet cheeks
lungs frozen
*.......I smile like I'm alright

I found a new girl now
Yeah I found a new girl
but im still searching for you in her

To the would be
beauty princess
who was almost  
a would be Beauty Queen
But was not quite good enough
This is a would be poem
to all the
would be
pretties
if they weren't so unique
to the few
would be
rockers
if they could stand up and be talkers
to all the would be
intellectuals
if all they said was factual
This is a would be poem
to all the would be's
who couldn't be
who shouldn't be
So please tell me
Why
all of these would be's
are never
Will be's
Or even
Have beens
because even that is still better than
Never tried
Or even
Unknown's
Because sometimes the worst thing is
Not knowing
Having no idea of what would've been
instead wondering what
could've been
So this is a poem to the would be
lovely pageant girls
who could've had the world
but were sat down and told
by someone too old
that the world is too cold
and they would never
Make it
Fake it
Break it
break the idea of different
make the change
This is to all my would be brothers and sisters
Who don't have
Can't have
Who never had
The Chance
become
**I am's

Mother am I beautiful?  No, you are pretty, just pretty....

Little girl behind the old rocker, in the corner of the living room.
So very quiet, so very sad.
So often forgotten and never listened to.
"Oh, she is just shy and a real momma's baby".
What a shame, she has no voice. Are you sure she's okay? You know....

The prison of silence they put her in.
Each cutting word stole more of her voice each day.
One day she just gave up and her voice was silenced to all.
Words were never  uttered in her prison of silence.

Each day she stayed a little longer in her own little world.
She tried to make it perfect but sadness would creep in
and her unheard tears would flow again.
Somehow she made it through her young years,
and grew up into a woman or so they thought.

Little girl still hurt, silent tears still flow.
And a smile that hides more pain
that you could ever know.

They say they understand me
Then why do they ask questions?
They bother me and bother me
I'm the cause of their frustrations
They ask me why I'm scared to sing
And look at me like a bee sting
It's only when they scream and fight
That I sit here quietly and sing
They love me with annoyance
Or at least that's how it feels
Mom is sighing
I am crying
And Daddy's on his heels