I want to rip them up
make them die.
I will
scream in their face
until they cry.
I will
haze them
till they hang.
I will
ditch everyone who has
taught me
and join a gang.
Substances
will be my next stop.
Sitting in church,
I'll throw in the air,
the green,
the stanched,
the only,
the ***.
Put Mike's Hard Lemonade
in a lemonade stand
and give to neighborhood kids.
Steal a car,
and drive to Vegas
and make some illegal bids.
But when I am let down
and treated unfair
I know that doing things like that
will get me nowhere.
If I want to succeed
I must know
that being the bigger person
Is the path I will choose to go.
And to
everything that could
possibly ****
or lower my self-esteem
and who I am.
My choice,
is No.
I choose to forgive
even if I was never
told an apology.
I may remember horrible things.
But I will not get the lobotomy.
I choose to learn
I choose to move on.
It never matters
who was right
or who was wrong.
Nobody is,
so I choose to end the fight.
People will do things out of line.
I choose to advocate,
and that is just fine.
I choose to agree on split
and shake hands.
To show my opponent
I made the right choice.

What's on, what's there
What can't be touched.
What we think makes others beware.
Beware who we are on the inside.

Acne is the unfortunate
addition that causes the poor
young soul to lack,
confidence,
self-esteem,
and pride.

Stop.
You are beautiful.
You need to forget.
Acne is on everyone
You have nothing to regret.

So they judge,
so they criticize.
Secretly pointing out the
pink,
scattered,
stand-out surface
on what used to be
a bare and beautiful face.

Stop.
Every face is beautiful,
but never bare.
Stay optimistic in your attitude.
Look them in the eye,
wink,
and smile when they stare.

You're still and will always be you.
Only your heart speaks the truth.
Of how you create and what is part of
who you are.
Whether broken out or not,
you never
stop being
a beautiful, young,
star.

I wish I could put down in words how I want to feel,
but my mind is blank,
and no words are fit to describe.
And no matter what I write, it doesn't feel okay,
the emotion is lost in translation,
and feelings are hidden away.
I wish I could put into words
How I replay lyrics in my head that seem the be the only ones to understand,
And how everyone seems to have said what I want to say,
but the power and the strength and the passion do not stay
They are echoed in the syllables,
but not reflected in the voice,
the desire is not dragged through the words,
People hear them but do not listen,
and the meaning is lost.

"No one could give so much and never get anything"
are the lyrics for each day.
As I give my all,
every single breath,
but no one is ever here to stay.
Every person I meet,
I love them fully,
everything of mine is theirs,
they could never walk away, could they?
And in the end they do,
and so I begin again,
and give my all to the new.
Everyone deserves to be loved,
and that's why I'm here,
to be the friend, the smile,
to show them that I care.

I want to paint a picture in your head,
of the feelings that I feel when laying in my bed.
I want my words to flow like the paint brush,
and I want you to feel the rush.
Imagine this as you may,
I wake to the sun and the birds each and every day.
It's warm and inviting,
but I just want to hide,
and sleep took forever with exhaustion by my side.
As I make my way through the day,
I am cheerful, smiling, I hope you can see.
I love the days and the nights,
all the birds and all the trees.
The wind flows through my long crazy hair, and the sun beats upon my snow white skin,
But I am not quite a princess,
and my heart seems to be replaced by tin.
Do not take it the wrong way,
as it works perfectly fine,
and it does all the loving in the world,
but I keep wondering if some day I'll have someone to call mine.
As I said, don't take it the wrong way,
I have a full heart and a full life,
and if someone never comes my way, I'll be okay if I'm never a wife.
As this thought crosses my mind most of the time,
I feel the sun beams as they shine,
and the love they give is enough for me,
but then I wonder if it will always be.