you are not your grades or your scars
your height or your weight
you are not your face or the color of your hair

you are the person you define yourself to be
you are who you want to be
you are not the opinion of the people around you

you are your soul
be it old or young
you have lived many lives
and this is just the beginning

I cry ***** tears
and bleed *******
my heart beats on acid
...
pain
...
I drink my sorrows,
scream my troubles,
and hold the hands
that **** everything they touch.

The flowers have wilted,
my heart has sunk.
I am sad
I am sad
I am sad