I think I was always running until I found you
I was infatuated with the idea of love but the real thing scared me
so I was a magnet for boys who didn't know what they wanted
and I always thought I'd find the one and confetti would fall from the sky like rain
but you crept your way in despite the differences between us
and I've never felt more at home than I do when your lips graze my cheek on Sunday morning
and there were never fireworks or symphonies but your voice is the sweetest sound
and I might ask you if you still love me on the days when the voices of my past try to creep in
but you sit with me for hours and listen to my thoughts on the world
and I never have to question, I never have to wonder
you love me in the purest way

I feel as though I'm not really living my life.
It's as if my life is a black and white movie and I am the lone audience member in a run down theater.
I live day to day feeling as though I am watching myself through blurred lenses and never really knowing exactly who I am.

Who am I?
I know not what to tell you,
There are so many different versions of myself floating around inside of me that I don't know which one is the truth,
I don't know which one is the real me and which are simply images,reflections of a confused and dazed girl.

Fitting in has never been my strong suit

For years and years it's been a task
To find core friend and put on a mask

But I've noticed as time continues to sweep by
That maybe it just won't work, no matter how hard I try

This used to upset me, and yes, it still bites
Desperately, I ended up changing myself through fights

I changed and changed until I was no longer me
I locked myself away and would not let free

As time passed along
I kept singing this treacherous song

But soon, I felt tired of who I was
I saw my reflection, and didn't recognize myself. I paused.

A person who stared back at me was someone of lies
Someone who only held sadness in her eyes

This was not me and this was not right
It was time to end this weary fight

As the years go on
I learn to love someone who once was gone

I met new people who loved me as me
And they taught me that this is who I should always be

A person who once was lost and alone
Has learned that she never has to change her own.

She is a queen,
The colour of love,
The symbol of affection,
The goddess for all.
She owns a kingdom,
With different shades to portray
Each with a meaning,
Do with it what you may.
She is an enchantress,
But I do not respect her.
She might be mesmerizing,
But that's not how I see her.
She could help you win the king
And also a princess.
She could help you win some hearts
But, oh she is treacherous.
She deceits you with her beauty,
And betrays you with her scent.
Once if you cut her,
She is nothing good but dead.
Knowing all this,
Only then do I ask,
Darling, is this what you want?
Roses?

around me i see the world
it is not as you might think
it is an illusion.
at first, where you might see its beauty and life,
i see a world of pain,
a world of deceit and suffering.
past cafes i walk, a spy in a foreign world,
couples huddled together upkeeping the illusion that love is real,
needlessly trusting eachother when they both know the pain to come.
children laughing and playing
unaware of the suffering they will have to endure
in later life.

if they live to see later life,
that is.
some do not,
they see like i do:
aware of the pain they are in.

wishing to end it.

Happy about...
Today I feel different than earlier...
I am happy about this change.

Today I feel the original me...
I am happy about this sweet little me.

Today I feel to leave back all guilt...
I am happy about my innocence.

Today I feel to live the new me...
I am happy about this rebirth.

Today I am happy about this change...
This is what I feel is life.

-LifeKeepsChanging

Difference.

A beautiful thing.
Each day is like this.
Different from the rest.

A beautiful thing.
Each person is like this.
Different from the rest.

A beautiful thing.
Each creature is like this.
Different from the rest.

Uniqueness is beautiful.

Difference.