I’d rather see the good in 1000 people
And be wrong 999 times
Than to see the bad in 1000 people
And right every single time

hi, welcome to our world,
you must be new.
i'm sure it sounds exciting;
but let me explain something to you.
you're a girl so
things are a bit more tough.
things are hard when nobody listens
when you say "enough is enough."
it's almost like you can't say no--
wait, that's not it.
it's more that when you say that word
they still don't quit.
opinions run rampant--
nothing you ever do or say will satisfy them.
"them" being not only girls tearing each other apart,
it's also men.
this idea of "them" is that you're being attacked,
physically, verbally... it doesn't matter.
they say you have too much makeup,
your stomach should be flatter.
and then it's the clothes...
you wear too much and you're a *****,
too little and you're a ***,
might as well be ****.
like to flirt?
too bad, you put out.
like to keep to yourself?
you're a *****, no doubt.
there's no such thing as winning,
in our society today.
but please, have fun!
enjoy your stay.

she wore her sadness like a cape,
                                                           ­ her audacity like a veil.

she knew that in his eyes,
                                                           ­ she'd never be his grail.

so she spun her crown of misery
                                                          ­  and disassembled her throne,

and went in search of herself
                                                         ­   for her new heart is her home.

and to this day she's never looked behind;
                                                         ­   he is simply a part of her past.

because now she knows when things are wrong,
                                                          ­  they are never built to last.

why must you compare pain
someone can drown in an ocean
while someone can drown in a pond
the point is,
they both drowned

look at me.
look how fragile i seem on the outside.
look at my mahogany eyes,
my walnut hair streaked with the sun's rays.
my kind smile, fair skin.
i look innocent, don't i?
i look harmless, right?
i can break easily?
no.
my heart is made of steel,
only growing stronger each time i let someone in that betrays me.
my soul is cut out of the strongest, hardest
diamond out there,
but it is equal parts obsidian and milky opal.
i can throw a punch that would surprise a grown man;
hear my roar from within.
i may look like a lady-
act like one, too,
but i am stronger than i look.
i have been knocked down more times than i can count,
and i have picked myself up each time,
becoming smarter, stronger, more experienced.
i will not change for you,
dress for you,
sugarcoat for you.
but you know what i will do?
surprise you.
i will always surprise you.

i'm sorry i seem weak to you.
i'm sorry you're not used to swimming in my brash words,
my confidence in myself.
i'm sorry you're intimidated by me,
by my successes and dreams for a future you're not included in.
i'm sorry you couldn't see me for the beautiful person i am;
i'm sorry you didn't learn earlier that i do not tolerate abuse.
but mostly i apologize to myself
for putting my body through the kind of pain it went through,
the kind of pain i called loving you.

my heart has turned dark,
blood frigid in my veins.
my mind was never so convoluted,
thoughts so dark.
i used to be a different girl, and to be honest,
i miss her.