You say you just want me to me happy So I am But then I'm told that I'm too happy That I must be faking it So I'm sad And I show it But then I'm told that I'm too sad That I must want attention But I don't want that I want the opposite I wish somebody would get that
Inspired by a friend who is told this daily. She puts on a smile because she doesn't want to appear weak and fragile, but then is told that she seems fake. I love her so much though and I wish she wasn't out under all this pressure.
The world is full of angry people; Why can’t we all just live in peace? Everywhere you go, you see the same old behaviour; Different faces on different streets.
But still the same old negative creeps, Creeping up on me. Just leave me be and you will hear nothing of me; Different people on different streets.
Still they want to fight, so they stomp their feet, They wave their fist, they scream and yell. Where is the empathy? Think only of yourself! Who raised these kids? No-one it seems, for they cause nothing but grief.
They want to fight, because they are never right; They are a war on polite society; the follower at night. All I offer is peace, love and empathy; All they give in return is misery.
So pity me as I walk along the same old streets, Seeing the same angry faces, hearing the same old voice of defeat. I wish these horrible people were seeking peace, just like me; But they are different people on different streets.
Ya know... If you would open up your eyes And shut your God ****** mouth Maybe you wouldn't **** me off so much You don't know what you stand for You think you do, but you don't You're living in a fantasy Where the only things that matter Are how many people believe you cut And making sure no one knows you never did.
Oh, but I ******* know, don't think I don't. And I don't play around with this ****. I swear I'm gonna delete her ****** Tumblr account.
I am Élodie. I am a Human being. I am a Girl I am the third choice. I am sometime the second. I am never the first. I am the depressif girl. I am the girl who read lots a book. I am the girl with the long sleves. I am someone some people call "attention seeker" I am girl I am a human being. I am Élodie. I am broken.
no..no..no... with reluctance became my favourite word.. i did not carve myself into a chaotic mess of a Julia set nor did i speak a labyrinth of crosswords.
i have one of everything you have and two of everything you have and yet we are no mirror of each other; but my hands are extended when your hands are not
as if you were such a simpleton the easiest book to be judged by its cover and yet you are such a simpleton for judging me by my cover writing me off before you read my contents..
please don't say i'm weird...you were just lazy to try to solve this problem to you was complex like Julia set build upon thousands of crossword puzzle..
i can't count the number of people who don't understand me or don't even make the effort to understand me in my life, they think they know what's best..well whatever, probably i do not understand them as well ?
I don't feel bad for you For what it is you're going through This time you'll finally learn And this time, it's none of my concern. You've finally got what you deserve, I can't believe you had the nerve To turn your back on your best friends You think them ***** in the end. Well now they know, Your true self shows It's time to pay your dues.
The subject of You've got Yourself to blame, Hypocrite, and Attention Seeks Destruction has finally tasted her own medicine. It's a sorry sight, but what has to happen has to happen.