If people really are like grenades waiting to Explode, I don't think I have anyone That is close enough to hurt, Helping sounds more Accurate when your friends are Far and the grenade is Weak.
inspired by john green's book "the fault in our stars"
I stood on those old bleachers at that basketball game. my friends stood around me huddled close but I was alone so alone so very alone. I can't relate to them. I can't pretend to be happy. I can't pretend I'm not thinking of you. I can't make conversation because I'm too awkward. I can't cheer and pretend I know how to play a game I don't care about. I can't pretend I don't remember you sitting right there on the bottom of the bleachers talking to the one person that hurt me most.
you moved away and I stayed here and I thought of you and I wished for you and I dreamed of you and I talked about you and I told my friends about you and I heard your name and I saw pictures of you and I fell in love with you and I became sad.
Some people are insecure About their ****** features Their nose Their eyes Their chin Their ears Their mouth Maybe others are insecure With their body type Perhaps they don't like Their arms Their legs Their **** Their chest Their stomach And so on A few are destined to hate Their distraught mind The one that makes them go Nuts Their thoughts get them in trouble With themselves With their family With their friends With their peers Some folk tend to really Self critique Self judge Self hate To the point of destruction I wish some people could realize That they're beautiful in another person's eyes And the things that they hate Are the things we others love