your naive youth could never
strategically bind with my
callous tendencies.

and that is the only resistance between us.

We’re not cut out to fit in this world
Where everyone’s living a sugar coated lie
Men are being slaughtered everyday
Yet we’re still rendering life without taste or feel for our soldiers
You see it’s all a show
Filled with so many deceptions and misconceptions
The numbness is spreading

Why so ignorant?
Why so naive?
Why so blind?

It fills my eyes with fury
Homes demolished
Lives diminished

It’s the end of the day and what have we accomplished?
The same monotonous thing
Whereas
Our men have been carrying all our burdens and woes
Our men have been fighting and bleeding for our freedom
Our men stand tall in the streets, and bleed without a sound

Now tell me again,
What have we accomplished?

That’s right,
I’m going to war.

A few forgetful moments
And I am littered with paper cuts.
Each tear is a page: a meaning: a reason.

I am encased with quilts and a
Bubbling love, but the chills
And demons find their way through.

I was told
Explicitly
To pull my head out of my ***,
Because struggling with education, depression, and
Harassment
Is inconvenient for others.

I forgot to reline the trash can in the bathroom.

Dear diary,
I almost hurt myself again today. Its been over ten months since I did it last, but you know what a ***** life is.
See ya later!

***** reminds me of rainbows,
And vice-verse.
My stomach is thunder.

I don't have enough tears to make it rain,
But I might **** enough.

What should I do with my life?
I make decisions and
Work my *** off more than any
16 year old I know,
And care for others in any way I can
In hope that they will return the favor when I need it,
But I'm still ignorant and selfish, says she.

Sometimes I wonder which way is up
And right. A nervous tick of mine.
A moody strand of my being.
Trying to connect to reality, but curving...

Standing stock still as your eyes
bored into mine.
Ambivalent of whether i should
stay here or leave.
Ignorant about the situation
i have been in.
Screaming in my blank face
i'm just hopeless.
Tears remain unshed inside,
i broke apart.
Watching you feed the flames,
i stepped right in.
the moment i was engulfed i knew
that i was home.

I'm drunk on Rebellion bourbon,
and I can't help but think,
what a ******* brand name man!
Coming from a cynical, sadistic,
sometimes near maniacal *******,
That's the kinda **** I wanna hear.
Start the rebellion!
******* A right I will.
I'll down this bottle and go off into the night,
my teeth sharpened
and a razor under my tongue.
A bottle full of gasoline,
a pocket full of matches.
I'll set fire to the village,
and watch as the fire dances.
Burn mother *******!
Then I'll hit the bar,
the next town over...
Continuing my little mission,
I haphazardly target victims,
Then incinerate 'em with powerful words,
If I fail to defile minds I'm setting teeth to curb.
Eventually the police will show,
too late.
I've already slipped out the backdoor
and skipped town.
Confident that I can start a riot before I pass out.
I figure eventually on me these crimes they'll try to pin it.
I'll sit back uncommonly calm and tell 'em the bourbon did it.

So you want to create me like I'm a Barbie doll, you want to make my hair long and my thighs slim. But I'm sorry Hon I'm only human.

We come in all shapes and diffrent sizes, we don't come in a box labeled barbie doll so wake up and stop imagining because that will be your biggest down fall.

Love me or hate me that's a debate between you and only you, I just know that my feet does not fit in a 5mm shoe. I am who I am wich is human I popped out of my mothers ****** as a healthy live baby, so don't try to transform me to a plastic beauty because if you continue... Then you must be crazy!!

                              sincerely,
                    ­                     Human baby

   <3XoxO<3

Since when has being part of a religion
Turned into a crime?