~ can't I be as good as everyone else?

   ~ must I be such a klutz?

~ aren't there more good people in the world?

   ~ does everyone have to be so selfish?

     ~ can't everyone just work together?

   ~ do people have to be such jerks?

~ have I been feeling so sad lately?

   ~ does life have to be so complicated?

     ~ do I have to be me?

School is just so stressful.

          "I'm kind of busy today.

               "Sorry, I have practice after school."
    
                    "I can't, I have a project due tomorrow."

                         "No, my test is next week, but there's a quiz next period."

                              "What? We had homework in that class yesterday?"

                                   "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding."

                              "Wait, what did you just say?"
    
                         "What do you mean, I failed that test?"

                    "Oh my gosh. My mom is going to **** me."
    
               "No. This isn't possible."

          "Stop it! I'm trying to concentrate!"

     "I hate my teachers."

"I hate school."

*When can I just sleep?

^^^
The description
of my mind
right now.

one.

    When she cries herself to sleep
    six out of seven nights a week you must
    say nothing. You must simply take
    her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
    pale cheeks and wait for her to
    slumber at the sound of your heart.

two.

    On the days where she wishes she
    were part of the stars, tell her
    no. Tell her that there are too many
    lights in the sky and that just one
    would be forgotten the moment you looked
    away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
    the way she is: completely human.

three.

     Don't let her think about the scars
     that no one but her can see. If she
     says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
     know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
     But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
     must be the one to do it herself, and you
     merely are there to quietly encourage her.

four.

     Read her poetry (even if you are
     not a poet), the kind that uses
     flowery words and compares girls to
     the moon; the kind that you will
     rewrite for her. Make her a warrior.
     Make her a goddess with eyes like a
     wolf's and a smile like a tiger's.

five.

     Laugh with her the first thing in
     the morning and the last thing before
     you fall asleep. Tell her cheap puns
     that you've been thinking of for weeks.
     And when she smiles - the type of smile
     that could bring you to your knees if
     you aren't careful - know that for the
     moment, she's yours. She is whole.

six.

    Love her. Love her like a fish loves
    the sea or a bird loves the sky. Love
    her in the way that your heart feels like
    it's going to burst at any moment every
    time it beats. Love her skin and the way
    it feels against your own, soft and warm
    and utterly flawless. Love her for the way
    her voice trembles when she can't keep it
    together anymore and love her when she
    holds onto you as if you were the only
    thing that was keeping her alive.

seven.**

     Love her, because some days she just can't do it herself.

While wandering through the valley of my soul,
Disheartened at all the grey;
By chance I came across a single rose
Shining like all the colors of the day.

Said the rose, "Do not pluck me, for I am thorny
And have pricked many a passer-by."
Said I, "I care not, for you are lovely
Fairer than you I have never seen."

Hearing this, she burst into sobs, crying:
"These thorns I have grown to cover my wounds;
Scars left by those who failed to pluck,
And I left in the dirt.

Do me a kindness, sir, and do not try;
I am sure you will fail like all the others.
Rather--save your hand, and my heart:
And leave me here, alone."

So departed I along my way;
Pitying her as I went.
For she was truly beautiful--
But did not know it yet.