She has always been the one who was different; unafraid.
She was so happy, but i seen the marks left behind from the blade.
She was a rebel, an angel, and all things you define as "misfit."
She was not like the others, she was distant.
She left Heaven and fell to the earth, she is the one who never leaves you.
She is your Rebel Angel, she wants to help you get through.

She is the one who proudly wears her battle scars and defies all the rules.
She is the one who holds you while you cry, and throws away your tools.
She knows the pain you feel, because she herself lives through it everyday.
She doesn't tell you, because this Rebel Angel has fallen; nothin left to say.
She is and always will be the one who listen to the story of your tears.
She will stay with you till the storm clears.

She has fallen from grace, and left all of those she loved behind..
She left, cause they never seen her battle wounds, she was lost in her mind.
She has a secret, she has been hurt, and she longs to die.
That's the real reason she chose not to fly.
Angels can't die, she fell, but when she fell, she fell into love.
He has shown her she doesn't need to leave to be above.

This rebel, misfit, outcast, she is amazing inside and out.
And so are you, there isn't the slightest hint of doubt.
She has fallen from grace, lost all she has loved, but she got somethin new.
She has fallen in love with someone who will be there to always be true.
Don't give up on life my Rebel Angels, you aren't meant to fit in!
You were born to challenge the status quo, don't hurt your beautiful skin.

You may feel lost and alone right now, but i promise you, she is with you.
She knows that pain you go through and she will hold on like glue.
She knows the fight, and she knows you will win the war!
Yes, right now it will hurt and you may be a little sore...
But it will be worth it in the end my beautiful Rebel Angels, don't you see?
This Rebel Angel is him, her, you, and me..

Though my existence is very minute compared to others,
my mind is unrestrained and limitless.
My thoughts are inspired
by even the smallest speck of dust
to the largest of the universes.
It is able to imprison the deepest of secrets,
but able to reminisce the most distant memory.
No one else has the capability to see what I see,
to remember what I remember;
to the most minuscule detail.
From the day I am born till the day I leave this earth.

This may sound serene;
however there is a constant crusade with my other half.
To indicate what is correct and what is erroneous.
Occasionally, neither can respond to the problem at hand.
Then the ground is neutral
till something changes in the outside world.

But this inner world is permanently in control.
No other power of government or enemy
can break in and create a new dictatorship.
No soul can relive what I relive in my mind
each and every day.
Nothing has the force to eliminate
what I've seen or done.
No power can absorb my multifaceted emotions.
As long as I live,
my mind is secure,
and will always be protected.

I have two things to tell you,
the first is that I'm sorry
and the second is that, I tried.
I'm supposed to be studying right now
but instead I'm here.
I'm tired of pretty words
and metaphors and subtext.
(I finished my book yesterday)
It's one big fat ****** up cliche
**** your punctuation.
**** your grammar
**** your spelling
I worked so hard to make something beautiful
but it is ***** and ugly and useless
and it all fell apart somewhere around
chapter six because I lost my train of thought
because you were laughing about something
on the other side of the room
and I saw your hair move before I heard your mouth
move
and then we were kissing
i don't even remember moving just that
suddenly you and i were connected
and then you were hissing and spitting and
pushing me as if we were eight years old
in a playground instead of eighteen
and surrounded.
i want to smoke a cigarette but my stomach is aching
just thinking about that mistake
i dont regret a thing

Oh, you don't like who I am?
Excuse me for a minute
While I go make myself
A little more socially acceptable
Like another face in the crowd,
A symbol of what is and what isn't allowed
Now I'll be just like you
And you'll be just like me too
Perfection.

you walk down the hallway
its either you're invisible
or people see you for the wrong reasons

you arrive early to school
just to avoid the crowd
just so you could hide

you sit in the library
during lunchtime
so they cannot find you

when will you
stand up for yourself
learn how to shove their opinions
back into their mouth
don't care what they think
point your ******* at them
and say "*******"
its your time to stand up
for *yourself

I want to
s         e
t           l
r          g
   an
the neck of the demon
who pushes me to
be in a state of
r          n
e         o
b          i
    ell
toward everything
good    and
p          l
e          u
a          f
    ce

a
nightmare
eating
love.
Living
cross
exterminated.

The masks that hide your
face may
change
  through
   downpouring
     rain
and days where good
reigns through all, but I can see
thrOugh each one.
I can make out the
image you hide.

Behind
A
Mask,
You
Wake
And
Sleep.

I've come to lay my arms down,
So take me quietly into crowded streets,
Set me free in amongst the bustling town,
No Resistance. I'm beaten and weak.