I am not an "it",
Not a "what" but a "who".
You look but you don't see me.
I am here, so where are you?

Ev'ry time you call me "girl"
It stabs me in the heart,
You twist the knife with "daughter"
And refuse to play your part.

I wonder, if I died tomorrow
What would my fun'ral be?
Into the earth I'd wear a dress
And bare a mask of "she".

My body is my strangled tomb
And, you, my epitaph:
"Here lies a sister, daughter, friend."
But I lie split in half.

Ev'ry time you call me "daughter",
Ev'ry time you call me "she"
Holds a venomous reception
In the darkest parts of me.

You say that it gets better.
Just a phase and nothing more.
I don't know how you can say that
With my heart spilt on the floor.

Walk o'er my bones in high-heeled shoes,
Kiss my pale skin with blood,
You ***** me with names of she
And wash me in pink mud.

I'm smothered with assumptions
And I'm drowned in prejudice,
A balloon fills up inside me
With ev'ry uttered word of "miss".

So if you wish to watch me die,
Melt away and o'er again,
Then tie me to the threads of girls
And taunt me with ropes of men.

she looks so normal
beauty
covering up the sadness
alike
the makeup on her face

it covers,
so in that her beauty
a simple smile
makes this girl look so normal

but you must see
before you make an assumption

now crawl,
crawl in her mind
walk around
see, you'll be devastated of what
you come across

you must not
do not show that
you are close
she will push you out of her mind
never to let you in again

but in the end doesn't it all end in
a tragedy
love
"friendship"

either get close or leave
you have no other option
you cant just linger onto her
LEAVE OR STAY
leave or stay after you've crawled around in her mind and figured out the deepest darkest things of this girl.







                                                    ­                                           now make your chioce

It would be funny if there was a guy who yelled Ow! and felt like he'd been slapped every time someone broke a law, no matter how minor.

When I first saw this mysterious  guy
I thought my heart stopped
I tried to ignore it for a while
But I failed to
So I tried to let it stay that way
In fact, I almost forget to breathe

Every week, I get to have a chance
To take a look at him for a couple of minutes
Though a little bit from a far
And a chance to listen to him as well
Because he's actually a musician too

As he tried to press every key from that  piano
I can feel that
It matches perfectly to the rhythm my heart beats

Then one time, our eyes met
I got no choice, but to quickly lose my gaze
But suddenly I cannot
So we stared quite for a while
But sad to say that’s just it
I meant like a painting where you only get a chance to appreciate such
As you look carefully through it
And funny to say, that’s simply how we did it

a guy who's oblivious of his good looks.
there's nothing more attractive and alluring than that.

"why does it sound like you're always saying goodbye?"
"maybe because I don't know if I'll make it to tomorrow"

Run your hands through my hair,
feel my soul barely there.
Hold my pieces frail like glass,
look through them into my past.
It was like sand smooth but course,
then lightning struck with such a force.
It turned that sand into glass,
and now you see my fragile past.

I saw him standing there,
Not tall but he was fare.
Black jacket and orange hat,
I felt as if I was about to fall flat.
What was it about him?
He defiantly wasn't like my last boy named Jim.
He looked my way,
Saying a calm "Hey."
I froze,
Not sure what he knows,
About me.
Did he hear about my 5 cats?
Does he know my social stats?
Does he think I am bizarre?
Does he know that I cant play guitar?
I don't know what to do,
Suddenly he says "Whats up with you?"
I feel my cheeks warming up,
Forcing out an awkward "Sup,"
He chuckles,
As I bend my knuckles.
****, he was cute,
How could I ever shoot,
for a guy like him?
We chat for awhile,
Letting myself back into my normal style.
No longer nervous or scared,
As I felt as if he really cared.
Maybe this could actually work,
So far he isn't much of a ****.
I guess it is worth a try,
He doesn't seem like such a bad guy.
Maybe in a month or two,
Maybe i will come through,
And ask him out,
Who knows what route,
We will take.