You always thought
     the world wasn't fair;
                 That happiness came only
                      to the gullible.

I know it annoyed you
        when I knew exactly how
                          to make you laugh.

You couldn't stand it
         when I'd amuse you
                          so I might see the smile
                    that you so badly
                                     wanted to hide.

But that tired eyed
pessimist that
I once knew
                   seems to have found
                                  something more important,
                    something new.

And now that you're gone,
           It's like I have
chapped lips.

It hurts when I grin
           So I adopted
your scowl.

But if you were wrong,
        and the world can be fair;
              since I've got your frown,

I hope you've got my smile.

It's all been said.
Every thing a person could possibly feel
Has been bottled up and spilled onto a page.
But there the monkey sits, still typing,
Still moving those words around.
Desperately trying to find something new.
It knows exactly what its doing, but
has yet to replicate what it saw.

Sometimes I wonder
Why can't you change
Why are you the way you are
The size
Height
Weight
Even what's on the inside
Can't you change
To fit my wants and needs
I should know what's best for me
Right?
You gave me a brain
To make that decision
Right?
If I hurt you
It's for a reason
And the reason is your fault
For not making me as pretty
As I am on the inside
Or not giving me the weight
That goes with my height
That you also chose for me
A letter
To my body
I hate you.