Friend: Hey!

Me: Hey!

Friend: How are you?

Me: I'm great! I'm happy...I think.

Friend: You think?

Me: Yea, like sometimes I think I'm really happy...and then other times, I'm not sure if it's all just a mask.

Friend: I understand completely. If you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here.

Me: Thanks. :)

Friend: You're welcome. :)

It's truly disgusting
how easy it is
to paint a smile
on your face...
even when you're at
your lowest...

I  look into the mirror and stare back at my reflection in disgust.
Tears form in my generic, ugly, brown eyes.
I think to myself, "Why am I so fat? Why am I this ugly?"
I scan over my reflection, the list forming:
-My stomach's not flat
-My sides are too big
-My thighs touch
-My arms are fat
-My shoulders are too broad
-My face in general is just ugly
- I'm Disgusting
I don't know why I am so insecure and I don't know why I care so much about my image.
Oh, wait. That's right, I forgot.
The world we live in today, expects nothing less than beautiful bones.
To be the "perfect me" today, I'd have to starve myself.
Make up is every girl's best friend.
But what happens when you're all skin and bones with nothing left but a plastic face?
Are you acceptable in today's society?

Not even **close

Roses bloom...
But they also die.
It'll be morning soon,
Another day full of lies.

Roses are expensive,
Just like pure gold.
The world around you fills up your senses,
each passing minute, getting old.

Roses are easy to burn,
like all beautiful things.
And yet, people never learn,
how much love could bring.

The Roses are dead,
and nothing is left.
The nations have bled,
Not hearing one another, believing to be deaf.

The way you would hold me,
when I was depressed and upset.
The words that you'd whisper into my ear, speaking of sweet nothings.
But, that  was  yesterday

The way you'd kiss me,
while I told you how my day was.
The way you'd love me endlessly,
even if I didn't deserve it.
But, that  was  yesterday

You told me you'd love me forever...
And I actually thought that it was going to last...
But eventually things fade, phases change..and each day becomes anew.
I thought you loved me,
But,  That  Was  **Yesterday

Oh time, you are so valuable!
Without you, life would be impossible!
Some days, you move so slowly,
Way more slowly than your knowing;
But others you move too fast!
And I wish that you would last.
As of right now, you keep on ticking,
And everyone can hear your click, click, clicking.
Please never stop moving Time,
Otherwise the earth might end, that’s not divine.