These stretch marks are signs
that my soul is confined.

You are your mother’s daughter,
They say to me repeatedly.

You have her charm and her wits.
You have her face and her grace.
You have her calm demeanor,
And her kind exterior.

But inside me is the monster
That comes from only him,
The fire of impatience
That burns inside my limbs.

I am a ticking time bomb,
Just waiting to explode.
I am so much of him
That I cannot control.

So when they tell me I am lucky
For being like my mother,
I laugh at the falsehood
That they cannot uncover.

I am not my mother’s daughter,
I am my daddy’s little girl.

You can't preach about change and then do nothing about it.
You sit behind your TV's and watch as other people take the hit.
You can't help the lesser, 'cause neutrality only helps the oppressor.
How can you fight for the cause by following all the laws?
The battle will never be won while we're living under loaded gun.
Just because your fist is in the air doesn't mean you actually care.
We'll **** out the fake protestors and
replace them with the real go-getters.
Because we are the believers of another fate,
one that doesn't end in violence and hate.
Peace is always the answer, but justice comes first.
We've gotta get out of this country,
because the government's ******* cursed.

Don't let them put out
the fire in your heart.

I cannot find solace anywhere anymore.

I do not find comfort in
the pages of the novels on my shelves.

I have lost interest in
the shows and movies streamed onto my television.

I can never find
the right song that fits the things I am feeling.

Everything that once gave me a reason to live has lost its appeal.

I live for only you now.

I love your goofy smile
and the way your eyes hide behind your glasses when you're tired.

I love the deep rasp in your voice
and the small hairs that you let grow on the bottom of your chin.

I love your big belly laugh
and the way you talk about music like it saved your soul.  

I love the way you hold me in your muscled arms to say hello
like you never wanna let me go.

I love the way you look at me
like I'm the only other person in the room with you.

I hate that you pretend to have it together
when I know that you're just putting on some fake persona.

I hate the desperation and pain behind your green-checked eyes
and that only I can see that they are calling out for help.

I hate when it's mentioned
that you can get your fair share of girls without even trying.

I hate that I feel guilt
because you're the first and only I've noticed since I feel in love with him.

I hate that I don't know
if a fire started when we met for you like it did for me.

For them,
I would swim across all the oceans.
I would give an ***** out of my own body.
I would take a bullet to my skin.

For me,
They would smirk in passing.
They would laugh pitifully at my jokes.
They would listen to my stories half-heartedly.

At the end of the day,
I would be just another chapter in their book
and they would move on to someone better.

I've gotta stop waiting for you to call.
I should have prepared myself 'cause winter always follows fall,
like heartbreak follows love like some divine intervention from above
has it all planned for us, no happy ending for us, just mistrust.
It wasn't a heart break, just a mistake.
I should have been so much smarter
not to get involved with tortured Mr. Martyr.

I should have known I wouldn't be different.
You're so distant, we fell apart but don't forget how it all started.
And you know I'm not the same as all the girls you've had before,
but I fell for your stupid head game, and I couldn't even the score.
I guess I'm losing, just slowly bruising.
I guess I've lost, didn't think of the cost.
Now the trees are lined with frost, just like your cold heart.
I won't be able to revive it, I can't give you a restart.

So I guess it's over, I get your cold shoulder.
No goodbye, not even a 'Hi'.
Just gotta turn my head and forget all the things you said.
We could have had it all, but that's just not what you wanted.

The voices
in my head
aren't getting
any quieter.

My body is larger
because I have a whole universe inside me
trying to break free.

Do you know how many girls see you
and can't help but fall in love?
Now I'm just another number,
in a sea of women pining for your affections.
But if there's even a chance of you feeling the same,
I think I'll run and hide instead of having to face the fame.

"How happy are you?"
"Not very."

I'll never find someone like you.

You are the reason I breathe

Please stop haunting my dreams
with visions of false happiness.