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Michael Grace May 2013
Baby*                              
Sweetie                
Pr­incess

Snake your way into my heart
With sweet nicknames
Make me drunk on it
All the lies I want to hear

Baby                        
Sweetie          
Princess

Snake your way in
Take what you want
Then leave without a peep
Quietly leave me to my memory

Baby                
Sweetie      
Princess

Depend on me
You promise
Depend on me
You couldn’t trust the last one
But you can trust me
You can… always trust me

Baby          
Sweetie    
Princess

Slithering in and slithering out
Charming and chasing and running away
Feeling and loving and changing your mind
And always naming me

Baby      
Sweetie  
Princess

Even as you can hear the tears falling down my face
And the angry fumes in my voice

Baby
Sweetie
Princess

I am not a princess
I am a queen
Passed down from many others before
I stand and breathe your  air
But I am not the same as you
I am no sweetie
No baby
I am a storm
Michael Grace May 2013
Insignificance is a relative term
The pessimistic thoughts that pass through our heads…
The thoughts that say:
We are not good enough,
We do not matter,
We are insignificant
These are all just thoughts
Controlled by you
A person,
Who can make choices and decisions,
And although you may not be able to change the world as a whole
You can change those insignificant little thoughts
Because a person is more than what you think
They are one of seven billion, but how big is seven billion really?
And the world that you truly live in is made up of much, much less
So the next time you think you aren't enough
Remember that it’s you who controls whether you feel like enough or not.
And when I feel like I’m drowning and I can’t breathe during the day,
And all I want to do is crawl up in a ball in my house and cry and feel and be left alone
I have to be reminded how much I’m worth
Because even if we don’t know it,
We are all worth something
Even if sometimes we make mistakes
Even if sometimes we hurt ourselves to let people know we aren't fine
Even if we feel like we’re nothing
We aren't*
Because although the world is a hateful and horrible awful place full of ignorance and judgment,
There are still lights and halos and happiness and there’s laughter too in there
There’s babies being born, people getting married, and random acts of kindness being done
There are cookies and baklava and puppies
There are young lovers and happy children and sweet singing
There’s music and art and love being made
And although the babies may be still, the couples may get divorced, and the acts of kindness may be empty
The cookies may be burnt, the baklava old, and the puppies dead
The young lovers may break each other’s hearts, the happy children may grow up and the sweet singing stopped
The music may be sad, the art distasteful and the love not true
It doesn't matter because all these things are part of life
And all of these things were done by people
And you’re a person
So I’d say that’s pretty ******* awesome.
I wrote this for a friend when she was depressed. She said it really helped.

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