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M Dec 2014
Heaven

The 4 people I love more than anything and everything suffering

People learning who I truly am, understanding me, and deciding I'm not worth the time or effort, or that they honestly don't care
M Dec 2014
"No one wants a compliant, subservient little thing"
She said in class
I looked down at my desk
"Trying only to please others instead of yourself will put you in darkness"
They kept talking about Ophelias
How sad it was
How sad
But they didn't notice the effect their words had
Or the girl crying quietly in the corner
But to be fair
No one ever does
M Dec 2014
They spend their whole existence trying to touch the sky
But no matter how hard they reach,
How high they grow,
They will always be stuck to one place,
Half buried in dirt
I guess that's what having roots can do to you sometimes
M Dec 2014
It's hard to be the fourth child
I cannot meet all the precedents they have set
And I know that
But I hate the fact that it's true
And I hate that no matter how hard I may try,
I will not be a genius/writer,
I will not be a rebellious artist,
I will never be the perfect student with a musical streak who has never failed at anything in his life,
And all that I will be
Is their little sister
Who tried her hardest,
Who must've had a tendency towards masochism,
Because no one sets themself up for failure that many times in a row on purpose
M Dec 2014
People have no respect
For the ones like me
We fly but cannot land
And it's so hard to see
I guess we are insects
And that's all I'll be
But they cannot stand
The fact we are free
M Nov 2014
Hello up there
i scream
But still can't get your attention
Giants weren't meant to listen to ants
Just step on them i guess
And my tears are too little to drown in
But i am swimming in just one of yours
And i just want to help you
Please let me help you
M Nov 2014
Sailing on a summer breeze
And looking up into trees
To try and find the sky
I like rolling down grassy hills
And things that were built to spill
And how birds can fly so high
I like the smell of roasted nuts
And pulling myself out of ruts
And not having to say goodbye
I like looking at the constellations
And not settling for consolations
But most of all, I'm not gonna lie
I like how I feel, who I am
With you
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