You lull me into security
And offer to be my friend
You tare away what little
Pieces of love are left and
Feed them to my brother
Untill I can't take it
And accept our transformation
I thought it was for the better
To be treated like an adult
But I didn't realize
That your tiny share of like
I can't even call it love
Came with strings attached

You would treat me like a friend
Talk with words not melodies if..

You could remind me you were my mother any time we fought

If you could blackmail me with things I want to do

And order me around like a king when you are mad

To talk about me behind doors in hushed voices
And discuss my stupidity,
Uglyness and horridity

If you could spread rumors and tell people you think I'm anorexic and fat at the same time

But all the while tell me to my face that none of that is true, that we are friends and that I could tell you anything

While now the shrade is up
I've scratched the cards
And removed the grime
And I don't like what I see
But at least it's not a lie to me.
The truth and honesty being pain
But not as much
As the realization that we will never be the same
You took your love and gave me something fake
But now I've broken down the crude cardboard sign and I won't fall for it again. Because now I know
What paper hearts look like.

when you were younger
and still cute
I was so excited for you to grow up
and be my best friend
looking back
I don't know what I was thinking

maybe back then
I was too young to see
the monster that you would grow to be
My Bad

now you're older
and like wet bread
you got moldy with age
heaven knows what you will be like ten years from now

your hands are sticky
you feel no remorse for the things you rob
your once platinum hair has turned the color of watery beef stew
like a living metaphor

you shed so many tears
you could give water to every thirsty soul on earth
if only they were made of water
and your cheeks weren't dry
when you finished your show

you stubby little body
hold so much evil
your chubby little hands
carry to many things that are not yours

people say I am crazy
for resenting a little angle
but they can’t see
past the glinting chocolate eyes
that hide your uglyness

and I will absolutely be positive!
even while I stalk your words,
even when there words that make me want to cry,
even when there words that speak of such simple things,
you make them so much more,
even when there words that make other words seem meaningless,
even when you point out the uglyness in our world,
I will chose to only see the beauty,
and love it,
and when people chose not to be kind,
you have to do away with them,
and love the kind souled people,
because there all that are going to matter in this world,

I love life
in all its uglyness
and all its beauty
I love people
so complex
and imperfect
and true
I love the world
with all that it has to offer
all that we've created
And Nature
for always being there
for feeling like home
I love
And love
And love
And one day I'm sure
I'll even love myself

Its become clear, too clear, its become dark, too dark

The truth hides itself wrapping around lies and deciete, But when it's unraveled the colors begin to fade

The uglyness reveals something beneath what you'd grown to know

It's suddenly hard to breathe, the air so polluted with fake people

All that's yearned is to be free from the truth, but it's too late

Horror is ever bustling for our attention and what’s worse is that once engaged we take on its persona. What’s even worse then is that we believe we have become the very terror we are partaking in. What’s worse still is that the very uglyness we have assumed will pester on trying to gain more time on this earth through us; it’s host.