Crap, Dung, Feces, Manure, Nicotine, Poo, ****, Waste,
It never mattered to the ears just as long as it has taste,
Not the tactile on the tongue but rather the slip of the sound,
The way it dances in the air all day around and round,
To bounce off the walls and the cliffs,
Getting smaller as each corner takes a whiff,
Until the message of emotion is released,
Appealing to the hearts as never it will cease,
Sometimes clear as the springs harvest bring,
While other times it comes in discording rings.

You want to fly,
The wind whistling through your hair;
You want to climb, the tallest peak
And stare down the horror of falling;
You want to hear
The sweet melody of life and love,
Touch with sinful lust
All that you wish--
The pages you ache to fill
Pouring out your heart
In ink, bleeding, as words.
You want to swim.
You want to run.
The water, it calls to your soul;
The fire burns away your fear,
Hesitation crumbling in ash.
But you don't move,
You're stuck.

*Do you remember
Who you were,
Before they told you
Who you should be?

Hello.
I’m toxic.
you probably don’t want to know me
i hurt everyone I love.

Hello.
I have an eating disorder.
I skip meals.
I don’t love myself.

Hello.
I can’t let people in.
I’m scared of people knowing me.
So i hide away.

Hello.
I’m unconfident.
I need constant assurance.
Am I bothering you?

Hello.
I’m sad most of the time.
I’m not good at being happy.
Sorry I’m always down.

Hello.
How are you?

Please go to sleep
Please just go to sleep
Join me in my dreams
Help me because I can't breathe
So please, please just go to sleep

Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to tell me I'm not good enough?
Who are you to try take over my life?
Who are you to try to be my weakness?
Who are you to make me bitter?
Who are you to disregard me?
Who are you to try to change me into what I'm not?
Who are you to even try to have control over me?
Who are you?Really who are you?

We met in the summertime,
which I recall because the AC in his apartment
was mediocre at best,
and fans were splayed throughout the
white-walled space as we attempted to
keep cool.

His roommate introduced me,
as he sat with no shirt on,
perched on a wooden chair,
staring intently at a deck of cards.

I think the first thing I noticed was the dazzle of
his smile,
but I can't pretend my eyes didn't veer
to the perfect V that was on display
just above his basketball shorts.

His skin glowed a perfect shade of honey and
cinnamon
in the dim lighting
that emitted from the sole lamp in the corner
of the living room.

I became submerged in a blur of
card games and laughter
and an eerily similar taste in music,
so much so that I forgot it was not he
who I had come to see.

You know, I thought you were different
You didn't seem like this a year ago..
But what happened to you now?
I can't even recognize you
I don't understand why your being like this
What happened?

It's like you transformed into a new person
A person which I don't like at all
A cold being, I wasn't used to seeing you like this
What happened?

To hear about you now, it's disappointing
all the things that you have done, it just doesn't seem like you...

To be honest, I guess I never really knew who you were..
I was blinded but what I thought you were..
and now I see what kind of person you are and honestly...
it disappoints me alot
what happened to you ?

I guess I never really knew who you were ...
and with tears in my eyes all I could think is what happened to you? The you who made me smile by just hearing your name
now when I hear your name all I feel is disappointment

I guess I never really knew who you were
And honestly I don't want to know anymore...

There are no boundaries, so why do I feel like I'm boxed in?
You chose your path right? Hmm but who supplied your options?
Lets get this right. If someone presents you options in your life,
then already your path is manipulated.
So who simulated your decisions for where you are now situated?
Your friends and family speak but who's thoughts are
coming out of their mouth .
Is that something you've even thought about?
I dare you to describe me,
I'm sorry but the colour of my face and a place can't define me.
Nothing can surprise me, how much do we respect ourselves,
If how much money you make gives you a place in this society.
I guess we've never known anybody our whole life, because ever since you came out of your mother.
We've been getting moulded, corrupted and watched on by big brother.

Who are you
Behind that profile picture
That is not you

Who are you
Behind those words that pour
Like blood from your fingers to the keyboard

Who are you
Behind your angry insults
A mendicant of mercy.

Which begs the question:
Who am I behind my picture
And my words
And my angry insults?

I don't know who I am.

I could sing a song
Would they listen?

I realized something today
After months of figuring
Who am I?
I am me.

And who is me?
Someone to warm your cold hand
Someone to protect your battling soul
Someone to bandage your ****** heart
Someone to trust you when you can't
Someone to sing you asleep
I'll tell you a story of a girl I knew
Who couldn't fix herself quite right