Do not call me beautiful

Until you have seen me broken;

Tears streaming down my cheeks

And snot dripping onto my lips.



Do not call me funny

Until you have seen the dark corners

And twisted secrets

My mind holds within.



Do not call me strong

Until you have seen me at my worst;

Saying I don't care

And about to give up.



But whatever you do,



Do not call me ugly

Until you have seen my eyes

Lit up by the brightness

Of the setting sun.



Do not call me boring

Until you have seen me talk

About the things that

I am most passionate.



Do not call me weak

Until you have seen me stand;

Facing the world once again

And saying, "I've won."

I’m so tired of the *******. Of the “I’ll miss you’s” and the “I’ll never forget about you’s” because the truth is you won’t miss me and you’ll forget about me without even trying. You’ll say what I want to hear, you’ll get what you want, and you’ll leave. You’ll let me attach myself to you and then you’ll push me away. You’ll wonder why I’m being so crazy, why I care so much, when the truth is you knew exactly what you were doing. And you’ll **** her without thinking of me while I hold his hand and think of you. You’ll hear my name and smirk while I hear yours and am forced to catch my heart before it hits the floor. But no, no, don't worry about me! Go on and tell some other girl that she’s the most beautiful thing you’ve had the privilege to touch. Maybe, just maybe, one day you'll actually mean it.

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We won't be part of
your social pollution,
but will be part of
the solution.

                                        We are the confrontation
                                                   ­             and the fight,
                                        the declaration
                                                     ­    of human rights.

We won't appeal to
your expectation
or narrow our minds to
your "education".


                                         We are the rebellion,
                                                  your­ red flag of the news,
                                        though toleration
                                                   and a merging of views.

We will not weaken
under discrimination
or be products of
your degradation.
                                        
         ­                               *We are the revolution
                                                      ­      and the sign,
                                          the liberation
                                                    to­ step out of line.

Good Evening, my lover.
I have long awaited your arrival.
You see, my darling.
I have some news.
But I'll wait until you've finished you drink,
It's my own mixture.

Good Night, my lover.
I see you're now gone.
You see my darling,
We will be together again soon,
In the deepest pit of hell,
Where we belong.