Why can't I be weak?
Why is it that I can't be selfish?
I'm the one who has to pick up all the pieces.
I'm the one who puts everyone back together.
But who's gonna put me back together?
If I'm supergirl, who's gonna save me?
What am I getting in return?
Who's gonna do something for me?
Because I do this time after time.
And when I wake up I have nothing.
And I am alone.
And I am in shambles.
Sometimes I want to be weak.
Sometimes I need to be broken.
And I want that to be good enough.
I want me to be good enough.
All of me.

My name is the tears falling from heaven

Or the tears falling off your face

My name is a promise

A promise that flowers are to come

Because all this bad has a purpose

The rain will wash everything away

And that’s me

I am the rain 

I will wash away all the hurt if you let me

After all the pain has been planted

I am the flowers that grow 

I am the rainbow that paints the sky

A reminder that no matter how grey

Or how damp and unpleasant

Something good will come out of it

And something good will come out of it

If you believe that bad things happen

If you believe that rain falls from the sky

You must also believe in good things

You have to believe the flowers will grow

That the sun will come up

That the sky will be streaked with multicoloured happiness

And that’s where you’ll find me

In the rain 

And all the little things afterward

My skin is two sizes too small
And no matter how I stretch and claw
It doesn't ever really get more comfortable
I take up too much space
And I am incredibly tiny
All at once
When I look in the mirror
I can only see what I'm programmed to
Too big here, too small there
No one wants a girl with skin as tainted as this
When they can buy "Lizzie 2.0"
With clean skin
And a clear head
And a pure heart
A perfect version of myself
Where I can say all the right things
And love all the right people
And do all the wonderful things I want to
Without damaging myself
A version who's smart
And talented
Musical-not just pretending to be
A girl who does her homework like she should
And gets the grades she needs
And goes to college
And gets a job
And has a family
A girl who can get it all right
Without trying
And without the fading tic-tac-toe scars
On her too-small-skin

She was the girl
The girl with paper skin
The girl with chocolate eyes
The girl with autumn hair

She was the girl
The girl with a porcelian heart
The girl with a wounded head
The girl with a soaring soul

She was the girl
The girl with fragmented dreams
The girl with starlight memories
The girl with clouded yesterdays

She was the girl
The girl who used broken vases
The girl who used flower bandages
The girl who used yellow books

She is that girl
That girl with her tic-tac-toe skin
That girl with her malleable feelings
That girl with her guarded past

You are acting like a child.
You need to grow up.

Now.

**** up your tears.
You are a ******* adult.

You look pathetic.
You should have all of this done.

Now.

Man up.
Stand up for yourself.

Be proud of your sexuality.
Be who you are.

Now.

Everything.
All at once.

It needs done.
You're irresponsible.

Stop.

Stop ******* crying.
Youre 18 years old.

You're an adult.
Act like one.

Now.