I truly do wish
I could be more like you,
to live life without regret.
Won't you teach me
how to do as you do?
I promise to never forget...
First, clarify
just how to fake love
so others see it as real.
Then drain my soul
until it's void of
any feelings it may feel.
Instruct my heart
how not to break,
and like yours, turn to stone.
I'd never know loss
with nothing at stake;
I'd never be hurting alone.
Now demonstrate how
to walk out and leave
without ever saying goodbye.
Do disclose how
you so easily deceive...
teach me just how to lie.
Train my eyes
to shed no more tears;
reveal where pain should hide.
Then teach me how
to confine my fears,
keeping them all locked inside.
I must know how
to ignore the lust
found in a passionate kiss.
Then un-teach my mind
the meaning of trust
so I'll never again feel like this!
Now explain how
I can forget our love,
make me believe it wasn't true.....
And then when I master
all the above,
then, I will be more like you.

Dear Mama, you taught me well,
but that's something I'd never tell,
cause complacency is what you preached,
so silence is what I reached.

Mama, you taught me well,
to sit and fiddle, do not wail,
but my emotions are worth much more,
when they aren't hidden behind the door.

Mama, you taught me well,
wishing for naught, I let myself dwell,
and so I idolized all the wrong people,
and followed demands like sheeple.

Mama, you taught me well,
to allow myself to mask my yell,
my tears, my frigid fears, my feelings unspoken,
when my heart lay here so broken.

Mama, you taught me well,
to lock myself into my own cell,
and now I feel I need release,
my soul deserves to be at peace.

Dear Mama, you taught me well,
but this sort of life I wish to quell,
and so I say I must change,
your lessons to me, estrange.

I know I promised
I'd never write about you again
but it's five am and I am left
with this visceral feeling of
loss and anger

I use to think you stripped
Me of everything
Now I realize you didn't.
See, I forgot about the cross
The burden of love
You sentenced me to

Your name is Judas
and I will accept
the crown of thorns
and become a martyr
for ever believing that
true love existed
in your eyes

Here I hold your beatings
discussing utter indisgraces.
But it isn't quite the same
as bruising up your faces.

I am not amused
Or even remotely enthused.
It's truly sad to see how much
our friendship you've abused.

Don't let perception of the Weak-Minded kind get the best of your reality.
With editing, other people's words get twisted and misalign clarity.
Envy hardly reflects the truth- if so, it's a rarity.
Lurking under a cloud called obscurity- often they hide.
These Weak-Minded kind.
Thriving off of the pain of those they casually misguide.
Stirring up emotions then they run off to the side.
Cowards, these Weak-Minded kind.
Watching as two half-truths try to coincide.
Cut and pasted, the truth gets lost in time.
Feelings start to hurt as hateful words collide.
Repeating things never said,
But overheard more than a few times.
Angers flare,
As words fly.
Regrets of all kinds,
slip and slide,
Breaking ties,
damaging pride.
Fine on the outside,
Scared for life,
on the inside.
All because the Weak-Minded kind, rather lie.
It's people like this I despise.
Hidden behind their friendly disguise.
To afraid to show their face; but diss guys.
When you confront them; get no replies.
Just a shocked dumb look in their eyes.
These weak minded people are a waste of time.
They can't make up their mind half of the time.
So they are basically lying, all of the time.
Having a good-time, ruining your good time.
They only way to beat them; don't pay them no mind.
Best way to **** parasites, especially the Weak-Minded kind.

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW WHAT YOU JUST DID AFFECTS THE REST OF US?
no, of course you don't. if you have your daily dose of tequila, then you wouldn't notice if the world shattered (like the pottery you broke that time you got angry at your bandmates). you'd just pop in your headphones and keep on listening to your 'punk rock' music while the rest of us feared for our lives.
SO LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED AND HOW THE REST OF US ARE AFFECTED BY YOUR IDIOTIC ACTIONS
you left your brothers lying in a ditch (but then again, they always cared more than you anyways, didn't they?). AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CARE THAT AS YOU DISCARDED THEM YOU ALSO DISCARDED OUR HEARTS AFTER YOU RIPPED OUR SOULS FROM THEIR SOCKETS. YOU DIDN'T EVEN LET US HELP YOUR BROTHERS UP BEFORE YOU PUT THE BLAME ON THEM AND MOVED ON WITH YOUR LIFE. YOU TRIED TO PAY US OFF WITH PROMISES OF BETTER DAYS, BUT I DON'T HAVE TIME OR MONEY TO WASTE ON YOU ANYMORE. YOU LEFT YOUR BROTHERS IN A DITCH AND GOT ANGRY WHEN THEY TURNED OUT OKAY. IF YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE THEY SEEM LIKE THEY'RE DOING FINE WITHOUT YOU, THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT THEM TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LIED TO US AS WE HUGGED YOU AND TOLD YOU HOW MUCH WE LOVE YOU. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LIED AS WE GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU (BECAUSE WE TRUSTED YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING). YOU DISCARDED US WHEN YOU LEFT YOUR BROTHERS IN A DITCH. STOP THINKING THAT YOU CAN START RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT OFF BECAUSE IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT. YOU CAN'T COME BACK WITHOUT YOUR BROTHERS AND TELL US YOU'RE GOING TO DO GREAT THINGS BECAUSE ONCE YOU TOLD US FOREVER, AND YOU BROKE FOREVER. REMEMBER WHEN I READ YOU A BOOK ABOUT LOVE? IT WAS YOUR FAVORITE BECAUSE IT TALKED ABOUT INFINITY AND YOU THOUGH THAT IT WOULD BE YOU, BUT THAT WAS A ****** BOOK ANYWAYS, AND YOU ARE A ****** EXCUSE FOR A HERO.