we can watch the re-runs on tv,
buy all the seasons,
and watch the whole entire series,
and not even pay attention.

we could drive around town,
sit in the car with the radio up loud,
and watch the sunrise,
and not even have a care in the world.

we could joke around for a lifetime,
the puns and inside joke are endless,
and i would still laugh at 'em all,
and not even have to feel like i have to hide myself.

End it all with one simple sentence,
a few words that will echo for years to come,
in the dark nights spent alone watching the clouds hide the stars,
end it all for the sake of ending it.

Take away her happiness with a lie,
give her false hope mixed with the desperation of something else,
in the moments between the silence and the sound where the somehow co-exist,
Take away her happiness without caring.

Break the promises that meant the world to her,
all the push and pull motions becoming to familiar to let go of,
in the grey clouds hidden behind the blue skies and the strikes of sunlight,
Break the promises that you knew you were never gonna keep.

She walked into a room,
with walls painted white,
too bright for all her gloom,
but being here might be right.

On the walls are painted words,
Welcome To Reality, it reads,
her heart had been broken into thirds,
but being here is what she needs.

She sat down in a plain, green chair,
next to a taller boy who looked sad,
with dark brown hair,
but being here might not be too bad.

He smiled at her,
but only a little,
she thought of her past and all the "were's",
but being here won't make her soo brittle.

She is broken on the inside,
never happy and always alone,
she wears a smile to say i'm fine,
but being here is better and she has always known.

She wants to feel again,
something other that the endless pit of numbness,
to be happy truly and to forget all the stupid thoughts in her brain,
but being here isn't really the dumbest.

She looks around the room once more,
her eyes flickering from face to face,
and then to the door,
and she knows that by being here, it is the right place.

I am not my thoughts.

My Insecurity:
I overthink everything.
And i do it all the time.
From thinking i said, or did something wrong all the time.
I am always thinking i am not good enough.
That i am worthless.
I am always down-grading myself.
My thoughts rule me.
From years of people calling me fat, ugly, not good enough.
I now believe those words.
I always think those thoughts.
But i want to rise above them.
To be a stronger, healthier teenage girl.
I want to be happy.
I am ready to be happy.







Share your's:


I am not my ___.
(insert insecurity.)








This project is about sharing peoples insecurities without actually showing them.
Showing people that behind societies lies, everyone is human.
And i wanted to do something similar.
And as i researched this project, i became very interested with the pictures.
I urge you to check out the website and the pictures.

You talk about her,
all the time,
her smile,
her eyes,
her.

And now,
a week later,
you two are dating.

You stay up late with her,
the way we used to,
you whisper,
hold hands,
smile.

do you miss what we had?

wasn't i enough?

i wish i was enough.

i thought i was enough.

but you left me for her,
she isn't a ****,
or a *****,
she is
nice.

But i wish you stayed,
that you wanted me,
that you needed me,
that what we had,
was enough
for you.

But it wasn't.
and i am sorry.

I loved you,
incorrect.

i love you.

and you love her.

oh, she flinched when you went to touch her,
she didn't want you to touch her,
so don't touch her,
please.

oh, she built her walls to get away from you,
she didn't want to know you,
leave her alone,
please.

oh, she distracts herself when it is just you two,
she doesn't want to be near you,
get away from here,
please.

oh, she doesn't say much when you're around,
she doesn't feel comfortable,
stop talking,
please.

og, she walked away from you today and every other day,
she didn't want to stay there next to you,
go away,
please.

oh, she is happy and she smile and laughs,
she is with her friends,
don't you see,
please.

oh, she is more beautiful than ever when she is happy,
she says what she wants and looks nice,
it was you,
please.

oh, you thought she was fragile,
you were wrong,
because look
at her.