This chain holds memories.
Loving ones,
Angry ones,
And hungry ones.
The glass reflects them.
Because it was around my neck through it all.

And resonates with my mind,
And everything else is lost to me.

If I had another self to tell me
Who I was.

Would I still be the same?

Fat
A word created by the devil to make others feel ugly
Ugly
A word created by the devil to lower self esteem

Our society lets the devil rule it by creating anorexic models
Wearing caked on make up
Telling little girls they need to look like Barbie
That make up will solve all your problems
The biggest lie the devil ever told was convincing girls they look better with make up on

Society tells girls there ugly unless they have the perfect waist
The biggest *****
The best butts
Why so magazines will sell
Why because men only want anorexic fake barbies for wives

Well it's just a bunch of lies by the devil
Believed by the little girls who want barbies
Believed by the girl that u call fat and ugly
The girl u make fun of for her pimples

So they turn to the devil and listen to him and starve themselves for guys who will never care
Cake their face with make up so u will call them pretty one day

But it's all just a bunch of lies
God makes no mistakes
Your beautiful just the way you are

I love escaping into the ting
Of digital, electronic
Music.

And my favorite,
The deep and edited voice
Sounds so surreal.
And it lets me escape.

The fast beat, but slow words
Contradict and entice.

Lets you melt into it.

The smoke rises and an aroma fills the room.
Relaxing and intoxicating.

It's just a coincidence that this is your scent.

I am nothing special.
Just a girl,
Just a girlfriend,
Just an advice giver.

But underneath it all,
I have a story.
Like everyone else.
I have a complex life, like everyone else.
And I also have a difficult love,
One for everything I hold dear.
And you may too.
And you may also share my story.

A small, thin, preppy girl
Who loves the color pink.

Excels in school.
And gives good advice.

But has always been compared to
Her younger
And weaker
And less intelligent
Brother.

A sexist father that
Never spoke to me.

And a mother who blamed me for everything
And still does.

And both of the people who raised me
Had problems with alcohol
And cigarettes.

And it didn't help at all that
I had mental and intuitive
Capabilities that were lost to me.
And a disease plaguing
My mind that generations past
Have passed to me.

Friends that have betrayed me,
Past loves that have ruined me,
A new love that has made me
feel more than I ever have
And a vision that darkens my skies.

It has ruined me.
Broken me.
Scarred me.

But I am who I am,
Just like you are who you are.

And we are nothing special.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Like all of my work
This poem
Is genius.

(Written by an awesome dude who is not kestrel and has not been or ever will be in any way, shape, or form.)

As I lay crying,
The tears burn like acid.
Worse than holding my arm over
A candle flame
As I have done many times before.

It hurts to know that you've cried for me;
Because of me.
It feels good,
Hurting to pay you back
For things I've done.

That was last night.
Now my mind burns,
Wondering
If it will ever be the same.
If we are okay.

My mind burns more
Than my tears.

It hurts to burn
Like the witch...
No.

Like the ***** I am.