Your words burn like a fire through my heart.
How am I supposed to believe if I've been put down from the start?
Never good enough,
But that didn't mean you had to be so rough.
I'm sorry for all the things that I did,
But I was only just a little kid.
I cried and you told me stop
Or elese you'd a real reason to cry.

How can we be sure that our thoughts are our own?
That everything that has ever come to mind has not been thought of by someone elese somewhere on the planet.
That every idea that we have ever thought or dreamed has been installed in us,
some way maybe unknown to our knowledge.
Orginality is dead.
Who are we?
Let's let society decide

the feeling inside , i cannot describe not anger nor sadness , a certain kind of fustration. i am different in some strange way. feelings come and go yet this has stayed. All for a reason. never knowing why. for i am an embryo wating wanting coveting for the one day i will emerge into something beautiful. i wasnt always this way. the only way to save myself is they way ive avoided for all my life. please? hello? where are you? come here and save me. i cant resist you, its just not enough to say that i miss you. there is so much left to be said but i just might as well be better off dead. but ill stay alive and the reason why ill stare at the beautiful night sky it leave me breathless the same way you do , but ow could i covet somthing ive never had so badly. i am the laste spring blossom. while others bloom each in their beautiful ways shapes and forms i stay a bud. most wont pick it because its not a beautuiful flower but beauty is fleeting and one day while all the other flowers end there peak and whither away. i will thrive. thrive better than anyone elese ever way some day mabye one day baby. you will find out who i am.please? hello? where are you? some here and save me . there is so much more to be sead but i might as well be dead. i cant resist you , its not enough to say that i miss you. im not in denial this is my last trial to accept this bittersweet illusion from the moment we are born we slowly die. screaming at the thin door that seperates fact from fiction. its all just a dream. forever running in place it wont be fast enough. ive lost all controll but this path has taken a toll. ill figure this out all on my own. blurry eyes please look at the beautiful night sky. it wasnt always this way . someday mabye one day baby

She has lived her whole life saying she wants to be a Poet. But inside her, all she is searching for is to be someone elese's poetry.

I kiss every flower that I pass

As I tear the wings off of bees

They bite me

I don't care too much about their dreams

Their stinger's send me

Send me all the way

I go into anaphylactic shock

But the fruit I know

Still knows

We care about ourselves and ourselves only

One and only lonely and trying to believe in surviving

That's why we care too much

We've given our hearts to everybody

Elese

Who could ever be?

We gave away our selves to try to help our own lives

To live forever

Forgive or don't

I don't care about it

I only know life

From my own

Thought about it