when the weight of the sun gets too much,
the night comes to save me with its haunting darkness,
it comfortably suffocates me with its bleak covering,
waiting until I'm ready to meet the morn again,

but when the shadow of the dusk becomes unbearable,
the sun comes to protect me from the fears,
from the thoughts which hide in daylight,
from the things that bring me self-doubt,

so yes you are my late night sky,
hiding me from the blinding light of the world,
but you are also my early dawn,
rescuing me from myself when I am in the dead of the night.

Some people are just born to fight,
I think.

...

It's not that they're born brave,
Nor that they're born strong.
But that the universe has decided that this one,
This being will have grit
And fire
And steel in their blood.

And it shall be tested,
This cosmic mettle of theirs.
They'll face trial after trial,
be broken and damaged in countless ways.

But this one was born to fight.
Maybe it's not the life they would have chosen,
For maybe they'd love to lay down their arms.

Yet they were born to fight
For the weak.
It's what they know.
It's what they do best.
It's all they can do.

Unblinking eyes, plastic smiles                                                                       ­    
Not seeing me, this thing defiled                                                                      ­ 
No friends, many enemies                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                             
No one cares about me                                                                          ­                                        
                                                                ­                                        
 Shunned kids at school                                                           ­     
                                                                 ­                                                     
Not good enough, too uncool                                                                      ­                                           
 Taking me to my limit
                                                           ­                                                            
I just kept on taking it                                                                  ­                                        
Pushing it down deep inside                                                           ­             
                                                   ­                                                           
Shows itself as I hide                                                             ­                               
                                                                ­                                                      
A target, bullied every day                                                              ­            
                                                                ­                                                      
I die a little more each day                                                              ­            
                                                                ­                                      
Collapsing inside, heart first                                                            ­          
                                                      ­                                                        
Don't they how much it hurts?                                                           ­   
                                                                ­                                                      
In private, hot tears slide                                                            ­                  
                                                                ­                                              
Won't let them take my pride                                                            ­      
                                                                ­                                                      
I pretend that I don't care                                                             ­                                               
                 ­                                                                 ­                                      
Don't return their cold stares                                                           ­             
                                                                ­                                                
Rush back home to get away                                                             ­       
                                                                ­                                              
Don't want to be bullied today

I'm a liar
I do that to protect myself but so does the world

I'm a liar
I lie to people that frighten me

I'm a liar
I shake visibly when I do

I'm a liar
I lie to people I don't trust

I'm a liar
When I lie I beat my self for days,weeks,
months,years to come

I'm a liar
I wish you would understand me so I would stop

I'm a liar
I'm visibly disgusted by myself each moment I utter those words

I'm a liar
It's why I talk sparse

I'm a liar
Because its the only way I'll survive
That or keep mute

So I'll keep being silent or ill keep being the lier i soo hate to protect myself.

But I'm transparent
To the only person Willing to bare themself Free of judgement
To that person
I'm an angel of truth

A wise man has told me things that aren’t true.
A child has told me the secrets of the universe.

Knowledge is not limited to those with privilege and power.
Knowledge is often used to right the wrongs of those in control.
Knowledge is a tool that empowers the wielder with strength.

When wielded for good,
knowledge can be a pen to create.
When wielded for good,
knowledge can be a sword to protect.

When wielded by evil,
knowledge becomes a concealing blindfold.
When wielded by evil,
knowledge becomes a restricting rope.

Knowledge can create and protect freedom, joy, and even life.
Knowledge can be used to conceal and restrict the same things.

Please don’t arouse
my anger
I don’t know
what I’ll do
If you threaten
My children
I might
Decapitate you

Please don’t arouse
My anger
Stay on
my Good side
Friend
If you arouse
My anger
It may mean
Your end