Boredom filled days,
Everything drowning in gray,
All color begins to slowly seep away,

But I fight it,
Imagining colors where there are none,
I take up my paint like arms in hand against the dull gray of life,

Life has to be interesting,
For it to be worth living,
So the war rages on everyday,
The battle between repetition and finding something new amongst it.

Learn  to appreciate,
Appreciate that way the sunlight hits that leaf you've never really noticed,
Appreciate the smile on a loved ones face,
As you look up,
Appreciate that particular shade of blue or pink or orange that's in the sky,

Because that's where the color of life lies,
The color is hidden in details you never deign to notice,
It is in the things you look at but do not see.

Unhappiness and Doubt
Will be the undoing of me,
For when I have lost all confidence,
And all imagination,
I will no longer be me

When I can no longer scream into the wind with joy,
When I am unable to see beauty in a dark night,
When even the ones I love most can't make me smile
I'll be gone...

Bad feelings will be the undoing of me,
Should I allow myself to wallow in them,
Should my will crumble,
I will be lost

How terrible a thing
To crush a person’s dreams
With reality
And an evil thing we call money

Why can I not soar?
I am young!
What is youth if not possibility?
I want to dream, and see, and win, and lose!
I want to fall on my ***!
Then get back up and fight another battle!

I want to live!
Do not try to constrict me with your reality,
With your worry over money,
For such things don't matter!

When it's all said and done
You will regret not living
But I,
I do not wish to end up like that,
Allow me to dream,
My dear loved ones

Agony,
For idiotic reasons,
I am in agony

And yes I'm being melodramatic,
For isn't that the right,
Of teenagers everywhere?

I'm allowing myself,
To be dramatic for once,
To lament over love,
And lack there of,

I'm done with pretending
Let this cliché-***
Feeling rage on

I'm in agony,
And I think I'm enjoying it.

There is no such thing
As beauty or ugliness,
No such thing
As being attractive or unattractive,
There is only perception,

No woman is beautiful,
No woman is ugly,
Until you name her so...

There is no difference,
In the curve of her belly,
Or the curve of her breast,
Yet we're the ones,
Who insist upon the differentiation
Of the two

Why must you call one color
Beautiful,
And another ugly,
When there is someone out there
Who would ******,
Just to have the ability
To see color for a day or two,

Why do we raise lives above,
And smash them below,
Our own,
Based merely,
On the look of them

We call a spider ugly,
And disgusting,
So we smash it under our toes
Yet entranced by
The beauty of the butterfly,
We giggle when it flies under our nose,

So I tell you again,
I beg listen,
There is no such thing
As beauty
Or ugliness
Only
Our perception
Makes it so

Tears fill my eyes,
As I stare at this blue
Blue sky,

I'm so
****** frustrated,
Why is it always like this?
Why am I  like this?

Why?

I dressed up for you
But you weren't there
When the part that counted came
You were long gone

And I didn't want anyone to stare Just you
I thought
For once I'll make him notice me

But I waited
And you weren't there
I still had a great night
Dancing my *** off
Even though I knew you weren't watching

I guess it's your loss
Because
I dressed up for you

I'm not beautiful
For what I look like
I am beautiful for who I am
No other beauty lies within me
My body that is,
I only have my mind
To offer you
Take it or leave it