The one who stands alone
Forgotten by the group
No one ever talks to her
Just about her
Ugly, stupid, dorky
Each word like a knife to her heart
But she never fights back
She never stands up for herself
She is no match for the large group
So instead she waits
A damsel in destress
But her knight never comes
But she waits
And with each passing day
And each harmful word
Her faith shrinks
Maybe he will never come

Love is a funny thing
Just when you think you've found it
It vanishes
Then when you finally have it
It just seems to shatter in the end
It never seems to last long enough
It just turns into hate and sadness
And they never seem to go away
But yet we still love
We risk it all just to take a chance
Trying to find someone worth risking it for
And if we look hard enough
Sometimes we do
Sometimes we find that someone

In a world full of signs and maps
Some how I still find myself lost
Never knowing which direction to take
Or which path to follow
Most of the time I guess
Following and path for the time being
Sometimes I hit a dead end
Then have to go back to where I started
But that's okay
The paths are always there
I just have to be willing to travel

You live in a place, where you will be judged,
Not by your intelligence or talents,
For here beauty is of utmost importance,
What you wear is all that matters,
You live in a place,
Where many are rich,
Even more are poor,
The poor are scattered among among the streets,
Well the rich sit inside to feast,
You live in a place,
No matter how imperfect,
It is yours,
This is your home.

It will control you
It will force you to do things you cant explain
It will twist your mind, and change you thoughts
You will be the perfect instrument of fear

It will break you
It will push you over the edge
It will destroy the things you care about most
You will be the perfect instrument of fear

It will lie to you
It will tell you everything is wrong
It will tell you you are alone
You will be the perfect instrument of fear

Fear hides in all of us
Fear will be your downfall
You will be the perfect instrument of fear.

True friends are there to make you laugh
On those days when you feel like you can't even smile

True friends are always will to help you up
Even if it means they may fall down with you

True friends always have your back
Even when the odds are stacked against you

True friends are there to comfort you
When you have been bent and broken

True friends will always be there for you
Don't let them them stand alone.

When I was small
I didn't have to worry
There was no stress, no pain
Kids were never bullied
The worst that could happen to you was catching a cootie

When I was small
Kids talked face to face
No texting or email
We played outdoors
Our imagination was all we needed
Hills and valleys were our kingdoms

I remember these times
And dream I could go back
Dream that life could once again be worry free
And just live in my kingdom of imagination
I dream of going back to when I was small