what's
more
dangerous...*

talking
to
strangers

or always
to
myself

?

Does anyone else have that little voice
the one at the back of the mind that tells you to say something
or sometimes you shouldn't have.
The voice that tells you, you made a mistake,
well I have that voice all the time
some people call it the conscious, well mine hates me
I always make a mistake in his eyes.

I shouldn't have said this
I shouldn't have sent the friend request
don't give them your number
quit, go on quit
I'm never good enough for that little voice
I always make mistakes.

One day this week the little voice told me this
You're not good enough
you won't ever get anywhere
hey loser your going to be stuck in the friend zone forever
don't send that friend request
what ever you do don't give them your number.
you idiot, what did I just tell you
you can't do it, you are going to fail
she's out of your league
ha,ha,ha,ha,ha you hurt yourself
hey guess what, they don't like you, no one does.
You see that person over there well they going to **** you
hey Craig don't delude yourself you will never ever be good enough for anyone.
Why do you even bother waking up in the morning
don't talk to that person, they don't like you, hell I don't like you
don't do it, don't you dare do it.
I told you not to talk to her, you always do the same thing and now she's going to hurt you.
Craig, hey Craig, you ****.
Your going to hell, you will never escape, you will never be forgiven, you will rot in hell.

That little voice in my head, it might hate me, and when I was younger I might have listened to it, but not anymore, I am not the voice, I am me. It might be right, the things the little voice says might be right but I don't care, I like who I am, I'm always improving and on my death bed I will have no issues with who I turned out to be.

Six years old and we thought we knew
How it would all turn out
But Prince Charming doesn't
Go through hell to find us
He doesn't love us more
Because we're not completely human
The beasts don't transform
Just because we love them
One kiss doesn't awaken us
We're never rescued from the Gustavs
The Jafars
Or the wicked witches
And there are never any happily ever afters

I’m an island
On another planet,
I’m so far away I could die.
The earthquake that made me
Comes back around to shake me up
And now and again
I crumble away a little
And the fish nibble at my toes.
I’m an island,
I’m surrounded, swallowed up
By deep blue melancholy,
I have a little melody
That I whisper through my palm trees
When the wind comes whistling ‘round.
I’m an island
And I’m beautiful
For white sands and a volcano,
I’m so beautiful you’d cry
If you could see me,
You’d try to free me
But I’m stuck to the ocean ground.
I’m an island,
I write myself a novel,
Because I’ve got no one else but Word,
And my four peach- colored walls
Become the horizons that I’m dreaming of
And my floor becomes lagoons
That beckon me to drown.
I’m an island
Because I cry,
My tears are my existence,
I’m my own wife and my own husband,
And I am childless and bloodless and I’ll always be around.

He is a rowboat
Of weathered wood,
Made of love and aged by making love
To the elements that define him,
And his wisdom and his readiness
To cross the Seven Seas.
He is a rowboat,
His billowed sails prepare for passion,
His oars anticipate his return home
With two in tow.
He is a rowboat,
The only one who can
And wants to reach his island in distress,
He carries himself
On wings of wind,
He’ll carry us both
When it becomes apparent that I can’t swim,
He’ll row and row and row his boat
To land ashore on the pain within
And he’ll love me all the way to his mainland.