Let your hands not
Cling to the frozen beds
Of purple flowers

Let them crash the icy surface and relief
Your skin

So that our future has
No chance to pass
Unnoticed

He asked me how I liked it today--
from the back or front?
He wanted to know why--
too small or didn't last?
He said he knew, so I shouldn't lie to him--
as if I was less than him.
What's a ****** to do
when the rumors peg her as a ****?
She can't ignore the whispers,
or the blatant accusations:
Now we all know how ***** she really is.
It's been twenty-four hours,
and already the **** is coming
with dogs, chained, in their heels,
makeup streaked and lipstick smudged.
He releases the *******.
But they don't wait for the cover of night to bite,
no, they lunge at noon in the crowded hallways
teeth of words, power of the sideways glance,
venom of whispers, bullets of pointed fingers
He needs a new name for the list,
his quota is short--
because when a girl becomes single,
she is an updated item on the auction:

Name: Lilith
experience: 1 guy(s)
skills:
     hands: 4/10
     tongue: 6/10
     on top: 3/10
     bottom: 7/10
volume: loud

Her reputation is spoiled--
the way her friends talk to her,
the invites she gets to hang out,
the fact that no one wants to talk to a ****.
Welcome, little ******,
to the Virtue Laments.

Told to look to the future,
But only seeing the past.
Told to keep moving on,
But always turning back.
Told that looks don't matter,
But judged on first impressions.
Told to be unique,
But forced into others' intentions.
Told to innovate,
But creativity shot down.
Told to be accepting,
But hated for praying aloud.
Told to be honest,
But fed the media's lies.
Told to love,
But watches as it dies.

So, are you happy now?
Pleased with what you've done?
Pressure, hate and prejudice,
Destroy the innocence of the young.

I am the useless child,
Who can't seem to do
Anything right,
Whose actions are never
What you expect them to be

I am the selfish child,
Who's ignorant and insensitive
Who only cares about herself
Who makes you wonder
"Why are you alive?"

I am the unwanted child,
Who has no place to go
Abandoned for being friends
With the monster
They call "Depression".

I am a child,
Who constantly disappoint you
Who made you ask questions
"What did I do to have you as a daughter?"
Whom you can't accept for being imperfect.

I am your child,
And I've grown tired wanting to be loved
Maybe I'll find where I belong
Somewhere far from here
Maybe it's in the paradise they call "Death".

Some people are like drugs
and you can't get rid of them
as soon as you wish to
And then when you realize
you've got too much of them
you just overdose
and the doctors will never know
that the solution
forr this special od
is to break all your ribs
and pull your heart out
of its cage.

I wish to sell my feelings for a dollar or two
Because I don't know how much longer I can go through
It's better not to feel then dealing with the pain
All it's good at is making your heart ache
I'm trying my best to act like I don't care
but in the end I'm the one that ended up feeling despair
"It's okay. I'm fine, there's nothing to worry."
Things you say to them when they tell you "I'm sorry"
So the same question I ask myself each time
What did I do to deserve to be treated like this?
Or maybe they have forgotten that I even have feelings...

It's easy to laugh & it's easy to
fake smiles and
how you're doing
on a daily basis
you just need to
add some lies inside your
head
and pretend you're living in there
but no one knows
what's like
in the middle of the night
when you find yourself
curling up in your bed & blankets
wishing for a kind soul
to suddenly appear
out of nowhere
and take you away from here
and never go back.