Plant your own garden
Decorate your own soul
Stop waiting for someone else

to bring you flowers.

There are so many places to go
so many places to visit
to see
to explore
There are so many people to meet
so many friends to make
to love
to leave
There are so many boys to kiss
so many men to date
to ****
to hate
There is just so much to do
and I have no idea where to start

There are only two types of people in the world

Thems that do

Thems that don't

I can see them watching me
Their ****** eyes
drenched in degrading thoughts
Their horrible lips
thirsty for my body
I can hear their minds ******* me
their fantasies playing out like
gory horror films
They develop provocative expectations of
promiscuity
just because I'm pretty.
I don't like being gawked at
Stop that
No
Don't touch me
Don't
But they can't hear me.
Their minds have already bared my body and ***** my innocence.
All before I've even crossed the street.

Do you ever just


sit there?


Sometimes, I like to sit down in a place that I have never sat before
and look at the things that I see every day.
I see them in a new way.

The same old chair, same old desk, and same old shoes.
But from over here
                                               or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here.
I can stare at the bed I wake up in every morning
from over here
                                              or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here
and see something brand new.
I can stare out my window at the same **** trees
and see something brand new.
from over here
                                              or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here.

So why don't you ever just


sit there?

You'll know it's begun
when the spring butterflies
are suddenly flooding
your stomach.
You'll know it's honest
when his touch is an escape
a safe haven
and a home.
You'll know it's over
because you will be more in love
with the memories
than the boy.
But you'll know it was real
because you'll remember his soul
in the reflection
of your eyes.

I caught myself
dreaming
of a world that doesn't
exist.
I caught myself
wandering
aimlessly through the
abyss.
I found myself
lost
in a city full of
empty people.
I found myself
alone
in a world full of
pretty
people.
lonely
people.
sinful
people.