Isabel
Child of perseverance
Who loves goofy grins, introspection and self-expression
Who hates glossy eyes, needles and misunderstandings
Who wants to go wherever the world will take her
Who wishes she could of met the carefree version of herself that may of never existed
Who is scared of uncomfortable situations
Who dreams of tomorrow in black and white
Who is determined to make it past today
Who values honesty, equality and unconditional love
Who is proud of the path she has chosen due to the fact that it lead her here
Who graduated from her stereotypical social class
Who lives in the bindings of her mind
Daza

Our country ridden with mental and physical disease
To stop another beating, begging "Daddy won't you please"
Clothes too tight, fabric too thin
Gain acceptance from your classmates by showing more skin

Hatred is thick in the air, you can cut it with a knife
Children screaming on the playground yelling "end your life!!!"
Cutting each other in line for an entrance into heaven
What happened to the unity after the Boston Bombing and 9/11?

Bashing our forefathers, in liberty we pretend
Behind closed doors little girls scar their wrists again
We are balanced through imbalance, choosing looks over school
Repeating ugly words thinking this is what makes you cool

Crazy is no longer subjective; it’s either black or it’s white
Ignorance is bliss but it isn't ignoring what's right
Locked up by these chains, “My country tis of thee”
I'm staring at a sick corrupt page, better known as society.

It’s not that she hates to be left alone
It’s that she hates to be forgotten

It’s not that she thinks she’s ugly
It’s that she thinks she will never be pretty enough

It’s not that she cares what people think about her
It’s that she cares about having enemies

It’s not that she’s afraid of love
It’s that she’s afraid she doesn’t know how to

It’s not that she never will be happy
It’s that she never was in the first place

It’s not that she wants to die
It’s that she wants it to end

It’s not that it’s you
It’s that she’s ****** up all on her own

Psy•cho•sis
(Noun)
a very serious mental illness that makes you behave strangely or believe things that are not true. It makes you see things that aren’t there… It makes you feel things that aren’t real… It makes you go insane. You watch the sanity leave your body. Slowly and painfully, the world around you becomes less and less real. Everyday you fake it, until one day… You just break.

Rain is a beautiful thing
It hides my tears
Rain is a beautiful thing
I feel myself relax from my fears
Rain is a beautiful thing
Washes the dirt away
Rain is a beautiful thing
The hope is someone will stay
Rain is a beautiful thing
From me a happy reaction
Rain is a beautiful thing
It’s the perfect distraction
Rain is a beautiful thing
It helps me feel well
Rain is a beautiful thing
Even though no one caught me when I fell
Rain is a beautiful thing
Even at night when I hurt
Rain is a beautiful thing
It shows I do have self worth
Rain is a beautiful thing
I just need some help
Rain is a beautiful thing
I can’t do this all by myself…

So here I am
I admit to you
Rain helps me
And it will help you too
Rain gives me joy
It helps me sing
Trust me my friend
Rain truly is a beautiful thing