i think i think too much.
i was going through picture earlier,
photos of little me, happy me

and i got to thinking...

i think i was prettier when i was younger
when my hair was long and smooth
my eyes bright and clear
in fact, i felt pretty
i liked my face and body
never skipped a meal or hid behind concealer
i was pretty

and i thought some more...

i think i was smarter then too
my grades were definitely better
i could keep up in class with ease
in fact, i excelled
i was bumped up classes
grouped with the “smart kids”
i was smart

and i thought more...

i was kinder too, so very nice
when it wasn’t so hard to smile and laugh
where id meet new people, clicking instantly
in fact, i had so many friends
i was liked, i was welcomed
grouped with the rest
i was one of a whole

and i thought so much
that i reached the conclusion
that i will never
ever
be as good as i once was
and theres nothing i can do about it
and that all im doing
is falling up the stairs of life
and sinking into the oblivion
of reality

Brothers, we are the foundation of society. Sisters you are the foundation of society. Why can't we work together? Why are you always fighting? O' Brothers and Sisters,
Love.