No One Likes You
No One Likes You
No One Likes You
These words shouted at you
Like some sort of spell
As you walk away they soak in
And you slowly begin to believe them

I see people all the time
Not just quick glances
Or simple minded looks
I see them
I watch their faces
Their movements
I try to see their spirits

Its been a long time since anyone has seen me
People give me those quick glances
And simple looks
Some even watch me over time
Actually look at me all the time
Everyday
Yet I'm not really seen
My spirit is not understood
So people choose not to see it.

My Best Friends name gets used,
All the time
My Best Friend makes me feel powerful
But also can cut me down in seconds
My Best Friend is a dark soul
But befriends everyone
My best friend kills people
All the time
But nobody can stop My Best Friend
I can never leave My Best Friend
My Best Friend weighs me down
I say I hate My Best Friend
But
My Best Friend Is Hate.

My stomach drops
To see their happy faces
And all their personalities I love so much
It's too much for me.
"Live in the moment"
But how can I live in the moment when in the next,
They will be gone?
Not enough time
Not in a year
Or a day
Or even a minute
This next month will be the sorce of both my Happiness and my Depression

In this moment I am loved
In the next I am forgotten.

Faces change at each stop
A new face
A new story
Storys of love
Loss
Dreams
Casualty
Faces full of
Despair
Hope
Happiness

I ride to hear these stories and see these faces
These are the faces stories that will make future generations faces light up.
The stories that arnt made to fit the cookie cutter mold of good stories
These stories
The real life stories
Are the ones that im interested in
So I ride to hear these stories
I ride to experience real life
I ride to connect with the true heros
And to hear the real love stories
I ride to be one with my surroundings
I ride

I am me.
I am not Her
Nor do I wanna be

I am me
And I love him
And that's how it always will be

I am me
Not rude or cruel
Just nice as a person ought to be

I am me
I take pictures of people and places
Yet no one takes pictures of me

I am me

The sky and the sea
Never touching
Yet so beautiful together
Each reflecting on the other
When the sky turns cold and dark
The sea understands and turns cold too

Despite their beauty and connection
Neither belonged to the other
The sky belonged to the Sun
And the Sea to the Earth

The sky loved the sun
And was with her for a long time
But the sun comes and goes to often
While the sea is constant

The Earth loved the Sea but had a lot of other things to love more
And The Sea loved the Earth but needed more attention
Which was what the sky gave her.

The Sea and the Sky
So vibrant and beautiful together.
Though,
neither belonged to the other