When I'm alone in my room I feel my body as it feels untrue as my hand rub it feels like glue my body is a temple they say treat it with respect.... what do you see when you look at me do your eyes undress me do you wish your hand was caressing me what do you think you may feel when you rub your hands on my body. what did you feel? did you like it? as you took the only thing I had of mine did you smile after you was done feeling me and rubbing me how did you feel cuz I felt pain and weak that when I touch my body I feel dead .... so what do you feel or what did you feel when u invaded my space and moved your hands along my waist did you feel like a man a strong man did you feel like a man when you not only undressed me with your eyes but with your hands

Can you walk across this  bridge  with me hold my hand and help me Thur because I don't think I'm go make it Thur the day with no one by my side I tried not to cry and hold it in and stand strong and cover up what's inside I can't anymore I have to cry being strong just won't cut it holding on I'm getting weak so I'm going to fall I feel like  Humpty dumpy all my  pieces are gone broken up all over the  ground  I'm sorry im not good enough for this roll but can you walk across the bridge with me hold my and watch me sleep then leave me at peace....

Give me a reason to leave
And open that door and walk away
Give me a reason to say bye to the days
Give me a reason to cry because I've been crying all day
Give me a reason to hate you cuz all I can do is love you and I don't think anything you say can keep me away
So give me a reason to leave but
I just want to say one thing
I LOVE YOU anyway

I wasn't made for this world trying to make do isn't right putting an smile on my face that  I'm just another statistic in this forbidden fruit with no where to turn to I'm stuck in a hole filled with dirt 6 feet under away from earth I believe I am somewhat safe but never am I scared nor afraid. Another statistic in this world trying  to find her way out of this rewinding tape that plays the same each day I'm just another person put on this earth to change there ways but it will always be the same. I'm another lost soul in a never ending game.... I am the wind which u can't see but u still breath me. All that is deceiving I'm just another statistic put here to be someone I don't want to be just to fit into Society description of a beauty queen but that's not me Im just fit to be me and I can't be what the pictures want me to be. So I guess I'm not an statistic I am divergent in need.

My heart  is undefined .it's a mysterious puzzle pieces it's an mystery unsolved my life is an maze an dead end worth fighting getting out of but always end up n the same place so I run it seem as if I've been running for years but end up where I first began In a place full of mirrors showing my faith my true identity my secret ...............I am an turtle lost at sea I'm the sea which people keep throwing waste n me........... I'm the definition of pain .I'm an example of an bad mistake .I'm an lesson not learned................. So  I stay quiet an unseen. I hide behind an mask just fit for me I laugh when I want to cry just to show those who see the fake of me I'm worth  being so lie about who I am just to show society I'm fit for the screen of  who they expect me to be. Society  leaves me cut deep bleeding to death to where I think I see the real me but society has an hold over me which always brings me back 2 the beginning of an horrible ending

.My expression on my face tells a lot of things I mean it defines me in anyway it tells you if I'm ****** or if I'm having a ok day my expression on my face describe my pain my emotion and what I'm feeling today but sometimes I hide those expression to show people I'm not stressing I can be smiling but inside I'm feeling violent........

When I have a pen and a Piece of paper I write  what I feel and everything is real the only time I'm real with myself is when I'm writing on that thin blue line .....I tell a story with no ending because when I start there's always a new beginning I feel at peace when I write about how my day is going so far I feel free that I can say anything and that one piece of paper can change the world well my world my fairy tale when you write you can write for years when your speak what you feel it only takes a second because all of it isn't real that's why people write letters because it can go on and on into you feel as if your pen ran out of ink or your mind already said everything when I have a pen and a piece of paper I write about the world and the dragons I saw in my sleep I write about the stars and how many I saw that night I write about the smiles on people  faces and also the frowns.....I write about the weather and how it changed my day and I write my one true love and how he's going to be here some day I write about the sun and how it shines when the rain seems to be still hitting the ground I write about how I would like to look or wish I looked like I write my emotions and that's hard to do I write about my friend in the mirror who scars me to death and who hurts my ears because all the **** crying she does .........when I  have my pen and paper I write an never ending story