How can I hate something
So much
when I never really
had it?

Like when two best friends
love each other but
hide it because they
value their friendship

Or when a mean popular boy
picks on a school newbie girl
then ended up
falling for each other

Then also there was this girl
with mean sisters and a stepmother
but found her happy ending
in the arms of a man
whom she just met in a dance

And how can i forget
when some girl fell inlove
with a man in just a glimpse of a sight,
then they eventually got married,
had children, and grandchildren,
got old together and died together
still holding each other's hand

suddenly I stop
staring into space
inside my room
and ask myself

What is my story?
Did I even had one?

I started feeling pain
right at the center of my chest
and tears just fell from my eyes
because at that moment I realized

that ...my life is empty

and as much as I like to blame others
really I DO!
a great big wall just crashed me
with one single hit saying


ITS ALL MY FAULT

I sit here, watching the animals dance
They sway to the imaginary music playing in my head
The animals themselves are true, but their real forms lack movement
The song pitches into another song phrase, and I sit, imagining that these once live animals could come back to life
Squirrels, cats, wolves, chickens, ants, all the like
They used to live, but now they lay in the pitiful man-made crater in their home
The trees they called their home were gone, taken by the trucks that carried them to the paper plant
The grass they once frolicked on was trampled by the conveyor belt wheels of the monster who stole their home and their lives
And there, sitting in the mess, are the animals, ****** and pulpy and gross
Who wouldn't cringe at this sight? Who would cry their eyes out?
I'll tell you who: the monsters who caused it.
And they call themselves human
When the path they follow leads to more destruction any author could dream up
It saddens me to tell this tale, but it is necessary
You are causing this, just standing there.
Well, go do something!

You say it's perfect
But wait- it's not
For who can describe perfect?
No one has a shot.

The perfect dress, the perfect shoes
It'll be a perfect night!
But watch yourself
It may not be perfect, you could end up in a fight!

Nothing, no one, is perfect
Here now, don't you see?
'Cause what's perfect for you
Probably isn't for me.

It's cluttered
Stuff is on the floor
The desk has piles of random things on top
But at least I can get to the door!

My room
It's perfect, no matter what you say
I play, I write, I sleep in it
So here in my room I will stay.

I sit here and wonder what it would be like to fly
Go
Up
Up
Up
And tell the world goodbye.