If I had to chose one word to describe myself, it would be naïve. I used to think that everyone went through the same things, just at different times. I thought that depression was a stage. That I felt suicidal when my friends didn't simply because I went through puberty earlier than they did. I was playing a game during my senior year of high school that was kind of like never have I ever, except everyone sits in a circle and instead of putting fingers up, if you had done what was said, you moved to the seat to your left. One of the statements was "been slapped across the face". I figured everyone would move. I mean, who hasn't been slapped across the face by a scolding parent, right? Wrong. Almost none of my friends moved, and those who did had a very different reason than I did.

Wish because you cannot face
The work it takes to put in place;
The time put in to win a race.
Wish to win without a trace.
A trace of work, and time, and care.
To win without getting "there".
But, where is "there", if "there" is here?
If what you wish for is not clear,
Could it be that what you wish,
Was without thought, and foolish?
For, what you wish, you already own.
All you need, is to make it known.

Scratched cheek,
Scarred arm,
No one noticed any harm.
Tired face,
Tear-stained eyes,
No one sees she never tries.
Second guessing.
She's never sure.
No one reaches out to her.
In need of help,
She never begs.
No one sees her shaky legs.
Hidden thoughts,
And dangerous lies,
No one saw her self demise.
She had been faithful.
She had never gone running.
No one even saw it coming.
Scratched cheek,
Scarred arm,
All too late, they saw the harm.

Being different is okay,
Even if you don't get your way.
If in you, others place their trust,
Then trusting in yourself is a must.
When you are happy with who you are,
Then you will know that you have come far.
Being different is okay
When you don't allow anyone to stand in your way,
And you are able to defend your differences.

You are always there,
Even if I am not being fair.
You will always be by my side,
Through all the truths, and all the lies.
Even when I don't believe,
You always help me to succeed.
Even though we sometimes fight,
You always help me choose what's right.
You will always be my friend.
Up until the very end.

I was told I shouldn't.
I was told I should change.
I was told I couldn't,
Or I would be strange.

I wasn't allowed
To share what I thought.
I had to say instead
What I was taught.

I would get into trouble.
I would be hurt.
Unless I was humble,
I'd be no better than dirt.

I didn't listen.
I'm not a freak.
I am myself.
I am unique.

I live in verse,
And speak in rhyme.
There's no way out;
It's all the time.

My breath's a pulse,
I love in style.
I'm friends with stanzas,
There's no denial.

Consumed in poems,
My heart is filled
With peace, and fun.
I'm joyed and thrilled.

I take a breath,
I mean, a pulse.
I can't escape,
It's all impulse.