people always say that you are
what you eat
i lost my appetite
a while back
does that mean that
i'm nothing?
or maybe "you are what you eat" means
you are
what you experience
you are the people
you choose to surround yourself with
and the people who
surround themselves with you
you are your favorite song
your favorite book
your favorite poem
you are musical metaphors
the shows that fascinate you
and the characters that steal your heart
people like to say that
nobody is unique
but everyone eats differently
so how could that be?
my question still remains
if i have lost my appetite
for life
then what am i?
if i take in
only what i can choke down
only what others force down my throat
then what am i?
if you are what you eat
then i am withering
away
to
nothing.

Walking down the street today
The people look so cold
They have to hurry on their way
No time to share one's soul

Some push and shove, start bickering
Forgetting why we live
It's only competition now
Nothing else means anything

We must win the fight fight fight
It means everything
We have not time to shake one's hand
nor listen to them sing

When did we forget to love
our brothers and our friends (?)
The world has turned so sickening
When will it ever end

What makes someone extraordinary?
What makes them ordinary?
Is there anyone who's just ordinary?
Aren't we all extraordinary?
Do we just underestimate ourselves in thinking that we have to do something profound in order to be considered extraordinary?
But even the littlest acts can be extraordinary.
I guess we're all struggling with what we want our legacy to be.
What do you want yours to be?

It's not your fault I fell
I should have known better.
You're just a man
I just expected better.

In life we seem to play the odds,
To win big money, to get fat wads.

Sometimes for fortune, sometimes for fame.
I can't understand why we play this game.

Is it for the excitement, is it for the thrill?
Oh please somebody tell me. I hope somebody will.

Favored to win this, favored to win that.
Oh no the odds have changed, Ortiz is at bat.

What are the odds, the odds that odds matter?
1/1 or 1/000,000,000,000,000,000, I think the latter.

Don't write to please others
It won't be the truth anyway

Don't write to be edgy
If it means you don't even believe what you just said

Don't write to be popular
For popularity doesn't always mean quality

Don't try to write what you think someone wants to hear
Dare to be yourself

Hide with your smile
It makes you look friendly
Who cares if you're dying inside
Hide behind makeup
It makes you look pretty
No one needs to know you're insecure
Hide inside trendy clothes
They make you seem put together
People don't want to see you falling apart
Hide your flaws
They show your human
We only want to see perfection
Hide who you are
People will like you better
Nobody wants to deal with real