When the morning winds press on my cheeks I feel content but not full.
When I decide on something more my self-doubt alongside darkness overtakes my mind in a crippling spiral removing my motivation and adoration infinitely.

Yet whenever I encounter something fresh as well as pure to the eye it grasps my eyes for its beauty, for our standards bring us reputations but a lack of satisfactory.

When I notice the love within the air my heart beats in suffering and knowledge that I myself will not be sharing that moment as my spouse is away from my side yet it comes to my realisation that I give them higher hopes than myself which is what love is, isn't it?

I return to the mindset of an endless pain yet now I must admit to myself, will pain bring me any pleasure or just a lifetime of anguish?

For I stand alone but I stand with a smile, pride ruling over my side but a sin that is not sinful but simply delightful.

Embarrassed by surrounding,
it's simple as can be.
Happiness just simply isn't meant for me.
While you all cheer in absolute delight,
I'll try to force through another night.

It's safe to say this world is selfish, so selfish it's almost suffocating,
you could hold your palms out and their eyes shall scatter, whether only
five or five million miles away. This world is so selfish it dare not let you
breathe in peace it would prefer your pants before you pass out but even then
this world is selfish in regards of your eyes they haunt you awake and they haunt
you at night. This world is so suffocating it's almost distorting to the eyes, the way they
hold you by the fingers inside, ripping apart every sacred element of your heart. They'll find
a way to destroy your soul, cookie cutter you into another pointless hobby another pointless day.
This world is interesting, my intellect is breeding begging for more, but the more we explore
the more desperate we become and morals begin to beat our faces in one by one, it *****
because we know this world is selfish. We want to have friends, we want to be friendly.
Popularity and sexuality, it all becomes a torn piece of paper an explosive to the brain.
Take your pictures, pucker your lips as your best friend ***** the man of your
distant pathetic and utter desires, it's almost as if you built this façade but
you can hold your mask up and pretend to be human after all! Isn't that what we always do?
Ha Ha! Laughter it fills up your soul before you remember there was nothing to hold,
how can you live, you ask me this question, but how do you live in this illusion!
Pathetically! How do I live? How do you? I analyse your movements, you
can't even move? Are you the rabbit or Alice? Oblivious or knowing?
Are you sick? Are you well? In this world how can we tell...
We live in a selfish world after all, how can we tell?
Those remembered are those most hated.
This isn't a world, where I want to be.
I would say I'd rather live in my...
distorted and lucid emotional-
WRECK! I HATE HIS FACE.
You know his face, touch it...
After all...

It'll be the last thing I feel before I tell this world to **** it.

Scrunched up lines,
blurred faces,
captured lives and distorted paces.
Ruptured skulls and ripped up dreams.
Coated in paint, stings are ease.

The mindset of a summer kiss left upon the memories of you,
suffocate me individually in the consciousness every second.
You and I were a terrible mix, we thought we were perfect.
You and I were terrible at maintaining, and I was constantly fearful.

When lit eyes locked mine into an abyss-like stare,
I presumed the moment would go on.
When your hand left mine in a hopeful glare,
It began to feel like the last one.

Corruption, manipulation, ruptures and screams came,
but everyone presumed it was just me.
But now I look back upon that angel,
she was warning me.

My lips sealed tightly with another man thinking I was right,
little did I know this man was only in love with me for the night.
When he grabbed me close, I felt relieved,
as if love had came back to life.
While he sobbed sweet tears,
thinking on why I left him that night.

It came clear to me that I didn't grasp love,
if anything I shattered it to pieces.
Presuming love was a sweetest of cupcake,
without added ingredients.

But after years of silence, isolation and thought it occurred to me,
ever since that night his mind laid on me like a burden for a time.
Temptations to move on, girls laying upon me, seducing me simply,
everything you wanted, sugar and warmed hearts, which I denied.

For after all this time we came back eye to eye,
to find out when we left we hurt each other a little more inside.
Secrets we stay, hopefully not remain as we spend the nights,
for you see,
You and I were a perfect mix, when we thought all was lost.
You and I were a perfect mix, my illness lied to us.

Tall girls are beautiful, I see the poster say,
looking down to myself I feel my feelings turn grey.
Tall girls are perfect, I feel my soul pour out into my mind,
as I awake to see I am the same height as days before this one.
Tall girls are fair, loving as well as a lot more cute,
much more appealing for him, a fair or perfect height for a kiss.

But short girls can never reach their favourite snacks,
we have to pull up a chair and climb the sides of our kitchens.
Short girls have to tippy toe,
just to kiss him on the lips in the right way he wants.
Short girls can't look down on those who they love, only up,
which leads us to remind ourselves we always remain “small”.

Tall girls can stroll by and scare a small girl like me,
because we fear you might just realize, that tall girl is who we want to be.
You might hang up your coat and walk out on me...

Still I try my hardest to be proud of myself,
for short girls are beautiful inside and out.
Height should not determine emotional connection,
so please, like all those years don't judge me just as badly as I did.

For you see, Tall girls are beautiful.
But short girls, are just as beautiful too.