That little empty playground
Filled with absolutely no sound
It's beautiful how the sun shines on it.
Different colours brightly lit.

So peaceful yet so lonely,
Because I am the only,
Person here.
This place was built for people,
It's not old like a steeple
Where is everyone?

Where are the kids?
On their bikes doing skids.
Where are the mums?
Twiddling their thumbs.
Where are the dads?
Fixing the bike brake pads.

For now it's a place built only for me,
With the beautiful light coming through the tree.
As I sit and watch the time pass by,
And daydream about how I can fly.

I like your hair.
Imagine if it all fell out
A little piece comes off in your hairbrush
And you wonder why me?

Slowly more and more pieces fall out,
Until one day your bald.
All the kids tease you at school
And your mum says "the don't understand".

You think about this for a while and realise
I don't understand.
Why am I sick?
What is cancer?
Everyone just avoids the topic around you,
as if it doesn't exist.

It's okay, you don't have cancer,
But way too many girls and boys your age do.
They have to deal with this,
They are asking the same questions that you would.
Just think about them for a moment,
Think about their lives.
And be grateful for what you have.

I have always loved the way the grass rippled in the wind
And the way the moon shone brightly on the world.

I have always loved the sunny days
And those cold nights by the fire.

I have always loved the hum of the bees
And how the imagination changes shadows into figures.

I have always loved the birds chirping in the morning
And the beautiful silence of night.

I will always love the beach and the sunset
I will always love the forest and the sheep
I will always love nature.

Stop blaming the world,
For all your problems,
You always seem to curl the truth.

Oh your having a bad day,
I am sorry,
Did your boyfriend leave you again?
Oh wait I know it,
People stop listening to what you say.

Always have to be in the spotlight,
Talk about dramas as if your life is hard,
You have got everything,
So get over your self.

"**** my life" is your Facebook status,
But all you want is people to ask
"Are you okay?".

When really your just pathetic,
There is no amount of hairspray,
In the world to solve your selfishness.

You are finally out of my hair,
No more feeling like crap because of you.
Two whole seasons of Football,
And your crafty ways of hurting people.

Why I ask you,
Why did you feel the need to hurt us?
I guess we must be inferior to you.
Is it your own insecurities as a player?
That makes you feel the need to judge our skill.

Not that it matters anymore,
I finally have the courage to fight back.
The season is over and I never stood up to you.
Not when you insulted me,
And not when you insulted my friends.

The funny thing is you were never very good,
Your cruddy kicks flew everywhere like a drunk bird.
Somehow people thought you were good,
Just because players would move out of your way.

It became hard to decipher between playing good or bad.
It was like you targeted me.
Picking off a few from the team,
The emotionally unstable ones maybe?
No just the ones you knew wouldn't fight back.
I guess you don't like confrontation.

Well Goodbye Phillipa,
It wasn't nice knowing you,
But thank-you for strengthening me,
Now I know if someone tries this again
I WILL FIGHT BACK.

They tell us to be individuals,
But give us a uniform,
To protect us from each other,
Because were humans and we judge.

The clothes we wear define us,
The way we speak undermines us,
The way we act proves whether were good or bad
But the things we feel stay inside us.

Maybe we should destroy mirrors,
To then destroy our own problems.
The things we hate about ourselves
Become reflected on others
In fits of jealousy.

I guess to be individuals,
We must expect to be judged,
We have to sink into the crowd,
To eliminate that judgement.
But it won't change a thing
Because there will always be something
That people don't like about us.

There's your individuality.

The campfire burns so bright,
I'll have a smile on my face all night.
Roasting marshmallows on a stick,
And eating junk food till were sick.

Forget about school, just for one night,
It'll be there tomorrow,it's alright.
Right now we can have fun,
I promise when were done,
You'll be so much happier for it.

No need to carry that worry around,
Because right here your safe and sound.
It's your chance to let loose,
And act like a goose.
Just know that we'll be here with you,
We'll act crazy too.