I don't understand
Why you're clinging so desperately to the past
While I want nothing more
Than to throw it far away

I’m sorry
I’m not the brightest star in the universe
I’m sorry
I’m not the most beautiful rose in the garden
I’m sorry
My cheeks don’t blush rosy red
When you compliment me
I’m sorry
My attitude and personality is stronger than yours
I’m sorry
I curse like a sailor
I’m sorry
I’m not a prim and proper girly girl
I’m sorry
I’m not like most girls you fall in love with
I’m sorry
For being so independent
I’m sorry
For being so reckless
And stupidly fun
Most of all
I’m sorry
That you can’t see
All my faults and flaws
All my oddities and quirks
All my imperfections
Make my perfect
Just the way I am

Ink veins open
And start to pour
My heart and soul
Onto the page
If your read my writings
You know me
My deepest crevices
Of my twisted mind
The darkest chambers
Of my tattered heart
And the most intimate parts
Of my fighting soul
My writings are
Who I am
Judge them or don’t
I don’t care
But this is my life
Written in pen

My childhood home
Was in the suburbs
It had a big lawn
And a huge tree in the front
Our house was huge
The alley behind our house
Was an unexplored land
And the street
A vast plain
We went back a few days ago
The lawn was tiny
The tree was small
The house was only about 1500 square feet
The alley
Was just an alley
And the street
Was normal
All the houses
Seemed a lot closer than I remembered them to be
Everything
Was smaller than I thought
I guess that’s just what happens
When you grow up

Fifteen
Crazy
Insane?
Maybe
Praying
Dreaming
Running
Always
Never­
Stoping
Here
Today
Gone
Tomorrow
Stay?
Maybe
No
Never
I have to
Find myself
First

I know who you are
I know where you’ve been
Never again will I let someone in
You were a waste of my time
An unproductive love
You broke me at first
I was left feeling grey
But today, I’m ok
And it’s no thanks to you

That which glitters is not always gold
Those who wander are not always lost
Those who are alive are not always living
And those who are dead are not always gone