I am a glass half full
And half empty
My life is harmless, but also deadly.
I smile and laugh without any fears
But late at night I drown myself
In my own demons and fears

You
         Are
                  A
                       *****

I like to smile at people who dislike me because I am an *******

hot baths, breakdowns, too close, too loud. lost, alone, confused, worthless. self-image, self-confidence, self-love. questions. "What do you want to be when you're older?" "Where are you going to college?" "How are your grades?"
How are my grades? How am I! I'm breaking down every night, crying in the shower, trashing the organized file cabinet of my mind, scouring every inch of my consciousness trying to find out who I am. Emotionally unstable. Lost. Mentally unstable. Lost.
Ask me how I am.

Update: Update, Update,

Attention Non Believers,

I simply refer everyone to the poem from last week called THE Ohio State Buckeyes. I will now take your apologies in the comment section please..lol. DON'T ALL LINE UP AT ONCE.

THE Ohio State Buckeyes

THE Ohio State Buckeyes
We will roll the tide
We will sing our victory song to you
It will happen New Years night

THE Ohio State Buckeyes
Our team at number four
We now take on number one
Then we'll show them to the door

THE Ohio State Buckeyes
Champions of the north
The Big Ten best above the rest
There's no discussion anymore

THE Ohio State Buckeyes
We will wear the crown once more
The Bama team should be afraid
The Urban Legand'so at the door

We Are
THE Ohio State Buckeyes

Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts

O.H.

You gave me your jacket on a cold day
When you saw how I was shivering and miserable
"Take this"
And you smiled as you handed me your dark grey jacket

I wore it
And instantly felt the warmth
Not only from the jacket
But from the kindness you showed someone like me

I still have the jacket
Lying to you saying, "I left it at home again"
You still tell me that it's okay for me to keep it
And I dunno why but I always tell you that I'll bring it the next time

I guess I still want to keep the jacket
I wear it when I feel lonely or sad
But also want your scent on it again
The smell of you and your favourite deodorant... it comforts me for some reason

I'm giving it back to you tomorrow
So you can wear it again
And then I'll find a way to trick you
Into giving it back to me