Did you ever have that moment in your life, when you find something out, that you wish you never found the answer to?
That deep dark secret, you were always curious about, but afraid to know?
That moment you want to crawl into a hole and die?
I'm there...I'm so there.

Push him back! Awaken the fears!
Scream very loud, so that everyone hears.

Stomp on him, the way he did you,
Let him know how it feels, from your point of view.

Spit in his face, that disgusting thing we all call 'man'.
Say, "how does it feel 'baby', try to catch me now if you can!"

With his nose bleeding, kick him some more,
For all the pain he's caused you, make it times four.

Never again shall he beat you down.
Not if you know, he won't be around....
                        ;)

She'll admit,
she's not particularly
proud of some
of the things
she has done,
but everyone makes
mistakes....
...right?
Somtimes,
she feels like
complete ****.
More worthless
than dirt on the
bottom of her shoes.
She has many regrets.
She has many memories,
that she'd like to erase,
but in the end, it all
makes her human....
*....right?

Am I obsessed? What's wrong with me?
Why am I so jealous of you?
Why do I care so much about your opinion?
I want to be your friend....badly, but I don't know why.
You hate almost everyone, including me, but I wish we were friends.
Your hair is long and straight, wherever it falls, it looks perfect.
Your eyes are big, brown, and beautiful; eyelashes long and dark.
Your voice is so nice and your laugh is the adorable type that every girl wishes they had.
You speak your mind and don't care what people say.
You have the perfect body and the nicest clothes.
Your face is so pretty, with no acne in sight. You aren't even vain...
While you look gorgeous over there, I'm over here with all of my insecurities laid out in front of me for everyone to see.
So I have to ask: Is this an obsession?
What's wrong with me?
I don't know these answers, but I do know one thing.
....Envy Will Ruin Me....

If you'd only just stop to see what was real.
To see what was fake, to see what I feel.

I could show you where my thoughts are,
A group of painful memories, all combined into one scar.

No one knows, what lies behind my smile,
Whether it's happiness or sadness that decides to stay a while.

I haven't been diagnosed, but I swear I have a disorder,
One that prevents you from seeing beyond my hearts, guarded border.

But you wouldn't even care to look,
Because you wouldn't understand my life story in the form of a book.

The moon shines like a beacon in the night,
Giving off it's beautiful, pale moonlight,

Here we are under the moon's glory,
As if we were in some fairytale story.

Your arm wrapped around my waist, walking on the beach,
Toes in the sand, the color of bleach.

The clock strikes midnight, but I don't have to go,
My clothes won't turn to rags, poorly sewed.

My carriage is not a pumpkin in disuise,
Besides all I am is real, I'll tell you no lies.

I have no glass slippers to wear,
I only have my love to share.

With us together,
Our lives are getting better...

Do they notice?
Can they see what she's doing to herself,
To become Perfect?

Her mind is overwhelming her with thoughts like:
"Is that a whole bite of food?"
"Wow, packing on the calories."
"Why can't you be skinny?"
"Why the hell are you so **** fat!?"
"Wow, you're really letting yourself go."

So she puts it down and nibbles instead.
Each day decreasing her meal size.
And no one notices, oh but she does.

She looks into the mirror and stares at her body....
She smiles at her ribcage poking out,
At her hips bulging unnaturally.
"I'm finally perfect," she says, "I can finally stop doing this and eat."

Then she's slapped back into her reality. "Are you kidding me?!"
"Look at those fatty thighs!"
"And oh that tummy has got to go!"
"That needs to be changed immediately!"

So she continues with her ways.
Just needing to be Perfect.
But do they notice?
.....Did they ever?......

Your mouth like poison,
Your lips like wine.
Intoxicate my senses,
Every single time.

My vision's hazy,
Blurred with a high.
Makes you look more desirable,
With every single lie.

My heart starts to beat,
Eradictly so.
Hurting my chest,
With all of its woes.

You confuse my thoughts,
I can't tell up from down.
Stop making me feel this way,
It hurts to cry and not make a sound.