I have been doing better lately
The man in the mirror doesn't hate me
it seems like my fate has changed or maybe its destiny
She brings a smile to my face
With such grace i laugh
i'm having a ball
I love you all
Its time to shove my depressive thoughts
Into a hall full of smiles

There was a while when i couldn't smile
My eyes were full of tears
But i hope you hear me when i say
I love you

I asked you a question,
but you ignored what I said.
Choosing to belittle,
and ridicule instead.

Anything,
is better,
than nothing,
at all.

The question was serious,
and I know you knew that.
I shouldn’t have put it out there,
but now I can’t take it back.

I laid awake,
imagining your answer.
A million scenarios ran,
each one better.

I built it up,
like I always do.
The picket fence dream,
with the rocking chairs too.

What I didn’t expect,
was a change of subject.
I realize now,
that’s a form of reject.

I’m sorry for asking,
for putting you on the spot,
but you could have just told me,
instead, you did not.

And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.

People ask me why I am so rude.
Do you want me to live up to your standards?
I'm not somebody you can control with just a few words.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.

I want to be my own person.
Secluded from everyone else and their slanders.
There is nothing that can change my mind and make me another face in the herd.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.

I choose to be different from society.
Not by being another bystander,
But by speaking my heart, like how a knight wields a sword.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.

Whenever I do it takes them aback,
Like they weren't expecting me to defend myself.
Like they expected me to change immediately to be another face in their horde.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.

They never expect me to fight back.
And protect myself from their harsh manners.
You don’t always get what you want as you aren’t a lord.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.

I'm not always rude.
I speak my mind, yes,
But it's not always bad.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.

There are good people in my life that I care about,
Because they know that when I say kind things about them,
They know I mean the truth and it makes them glad.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.



Because unlike those other people who say they are your friends,
And don't even have any feeling or context behind their words,
I actually mean it and will always be there for you, like a true comrade.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.


I'm a truthful person that won't hesitate to help you.
Then again the people who are my friends are people who are pure hearted,
And I know they would not let anything happen to me either, like a lily on a lily pad.
I have a voice, so I’m going to use it.

And I'm happy about that.

So next time you ask me why I'm rude,
My answer will be:
"Because I care."
And I hope it will be yours too,
As, you have a voice. So use it.

Please stop telling me
That I am unable
To do something great.

I have talent,
I have skill,
I want to use it.

But because of you,
It stays hidden away,
Because you keep saying,
That I am useless.

I don't want to be useless.
I want to do great things.
I just want to make people happy.

But because of you.
And the depression you bring.
I am unable to do that.
I am nothing but

Useless.

When she leaves
she will take every bit of herself
stuff it inside of her suit case and leave the front door open
all that you will be left with is a faint essence her,
the wrinkles and the weakest scent she left on your pillow.

when she leaves
she will leave nothing but strands of her hair on the floor
like a trail of bread crumbs
it reminds you that it is finished
that it’s done.

Tho she is gone and took everything with her
you will remember her.

The hoodie that you lent her will ask you where she went

The blankets that used to keep the fire that was once
you and her, will ask you why it has suddenly turned cold.

The cup she used to drink her coffee from in the morning
will have traces of her lips,
it keeps it safe, as a reminder
that all good things come to an end.