I can smash the glass universe before it can haunt me again
Smash every one I see until they become extinct
But my reflection will sneak up on me in ponds and silver spoons
When I'm trying to walk or eat in peace it won't leave me alone

Or I can build myself strong enough so I won't easily break
For having an aesthetic flaw and not having an unrealistic face
I'll build myself stronger than that useless piece of glass
And recognize I'm worth more than just a piece of ***

Because my worth doesn't come from looking like a doll
And taking hours in the morning just to stand up tall
I have a job, I'm useful, loved, healthy, motivated, successful...
I'm good enough to know the glass universe is merely a mirror

Its the way she talks about the things she is passionate about that makes me fall even harder for her
I love how she doesn't care about her appearance and how she has gotten me to focus less on mine
I can't help but smile whenever I think back to the moments when I am with her
She always seems to impress me with some hidden talent or personality feature
She is never boring or original, even her family can surprise me at the most random of times
Whenever I am with her she makes everything seem like it is okay
I stress over a lot of things and no matter what situation it is she can make me look at it from a different view
I love her so much but I fail to say it enough
So even if she never knows what I think about her or even if we don't last, I just hope she knows that she has made me into a better person and that I hope she will keep changing me for the better in the future

I'm not going to change the
Way I look or the way I feel
To conform to anything.
I've always been a freak, I have to
Live with that, you know.
I am one of those people.

John Lennon.

The baby lamb
Is
Butchered
For meat.

They say, “It must’ve been Fate”
       how we ended up here
I mean, “What a coincidence”
        we’d both be in this place?

But the more I learn to think,
the more I wish to turn
to turn and demand of them,

“Which is it then?”

Coincidence or Fate?

In a world of grey, this is a strict, straight line.
Orderly pattern
or lonely chance?
Predestined
or free to choose?

It’s a case of polar opposites,
Believe in both,
and you’ll never be able to operate.

So take your pick.
Most of us will.
Choose well, act accordingly, live your life-
move on.

But for those of us who can’t go without the truth,
        who always need the why what's what is what
With a question like that,
       how are we supposed to choose?

It’s hard to describe really
I tell everyone I’ve ever told before I try

It’s like going through each day with a hand reached in and squeezed over my heart
Each beat matched by the movement of my feet
So I walk and walk, the knowledge pumping through me
Of questions unanswerable and life among the stars
And my own ever shorter span of time

And I can’t help but wonder if maybe
HUMANS WEREN’T MEANT FOR THIS
Weren’t meant to stare up at the sky

Everyone I’ve ever told takes it into stride
In the moment, they squirm by my side
But soon they turn back to their daily concerns
Because that’s human

To protect and preserve sanity, that is human
To contemplate the complex every minute of every day
That would’ve gotten a human killed in times close before
It’s evolution plain and simple

So when the tears take over my eyes and my throat begins to close
And the pulse of my heart sounds in a shattered and hollow cave
I remind myself that it’s just because
I WASN’T MEANT FOR THIS

It’s less scary if there’s a reason why
I cannot escape or hide
I walk and walk another day.