Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful maiden.
Without a doubt,
She glowed with magnificent power.
Power equaling beauty, that is.

This maiden, however,
Had a flaw.
She knew she was lovely.
She needn't be told so.
Yet, as much as her power radiated,
her flaw beamed brighter.

She was an  envious soul.
Jealousy  ruined her.
If she was the most beautiful in the land, why must she be vengeful?
She felt insecure compared to all of the other lovely maidens,
even though it was written in stone that her looks out shone theirs.

But it didn't matter,
All that mattered was that she was beautiful....and no one was to ever know about her little 'Beast'...barely being contained in the maiden's tiny body...ready at anytime to be released, and wreck havoc...

But the rose is dying,
Can't you see?
The Beauty and the Beast,
Could never be.

With one glance, the rose looks,
as if it is in full bloom,
Yet, it is far from it my friend.
And it leads the unlikely couple to their doom.

Beauty and the Beast.
Love conquers all,
But every castle has a battle,
that leads to it's fall.

Oh, god.
Please not this again.
But here we go.

Can we please just talk this out,
through this imaginary friendship of ours that I've made up in my delirious mind.

I want to you stop hating me,
or if you do not hate me, to stop giving me death glares every time I walk by?

You're so beautiful and you have no clue. His sister said you should be a model and I think it's true.

Ugh, how I envy you. How I wish to be even a glimpse of you.
I wish I could be you, but I know it isn't going to happen.
So for now, all I ask of you is to be my friend...
But that will never happen either, for neither of us will give up our stubborness and be the first to say "hello".

But I'll be the one asking over and over again in mind, "Can I be you...? Please...? Or can we be just be friends?"

My heart is racing.
Feet are pacing.
Time's erasing.
I need to be with you.

My heart is breaking,
Body's aching,
With nothing left for the taking,
You've killed me and our love.

On my death bed,
Replaying all that you had said,
slowly, painfully in my head.
There is no longer any hope.

Is this how it feels?
Depression?
To feel empty and hollow inside,
Not caring about anything?
To want to cry every second of the day?
I feel fat.
Unwanted.
Emotional.
I am self-concious and depressed.
I just wish I knew how to help myself.
This is a hurt that can only be supressed by icecream.
Ben & Jerry's come save me.

I wish I wasn't broken.
I wish I wasn't so "vain."
Apparently I'm "egotistical"
And drive quite a few people insane.

But how is this so,
When I'm so insecure?
And I can't ever help myself,
for always wanting more.

Why judge one for smiling,
Because you're not?
Just because I'm making sweet memories,
And you're making less than lot.

Don't judge a book,
By it's cover.
You never know exactly,
what lies under.

My blood boils throughout my veins.
The rain pours down hard from the sky,
but my tears pour harder.
They make puddles at my feet,
deep enough to drown me in sorrow.
I'm so angry at you, but at the same time
I'm too overcome with grief to even care.
How could you love me, then leave me...?
What kind of love is this?
Why won't you rescue me from this ******* hole!?
Why the **** do you do this?
I can't take the in and out apperances.
One day you love me, the next you're gone.
I just want you to love me.
Forever and always...
But we both know, that is the impossible.