I have the heart of a believer and the mind of a skeptic
Some say it's a gift, I say it's tragic
I live in a universe of chaos inside my head
Who among us is truly at peace but the dead?

Dear Diary,
Today I met a boy
One that won't break
My heart like a toy
He had shiny bright eyes
And his lips
Don't tell lies
He has a way with words
And his touching is comfort
He offered me friendship
Really the best kind of relationship
Gosh oh gosh
I hope today and again
Tomorrow and a day
That I'd see again this boy
That fills my heart with joy

It does not take a blazing comet
or rounds of tectonic tremors to
pry our grounds open.

Neither would the giant waves lashing,
or the angry volcano
swallow us whole.

Torpedoes, tornadoes, guns, germs and steel
do not suffice in bringing our annihilation.

From within,

a cosmic revolution
-where fates change and stories rewritten,

and all it takes could be merely
a fraction of a moment missed,
a heart navigating on a compass
misaligned,
or another that ceased beating.

You and I,
We started off as a stranger,
Like a perfect destiny.
That moment,
You are dazzling under the sun,
You are like a star,
Which shine bright on me.
This rhyme is for you,
From my heart to you.

To my family,
I know i am such a disappointment
For that,
I am sorry

Every night
I am asking the stars
What's wrong with me?
Why do you hate me?

You can't even see the right in me
It is like, FLAWS is tattooed in my forehead
You always remind me that
I am not good enough and never will

I am on the stage
People's clapping their hands
I am searching for your presence
How stupid i am for expecting you to be there

And now i am doubting myself
If am really your child
Can you blame me?
If I always taste the bitterness of your rejection

I am not perfect
I got flaws
I make mistakes
And so are you

Mom,dad
I want you to know
That  i did my best
But i guess my best wasn't good enough

Why do I have to prove myself to you so that you can accept me as your child?

I feel nothing but a heartbeat in my head
When your hands are doors closing around my throat,
Trying to force your name from these lips.
Instead I bite my tongue and pretend to enjoy
The taste of the blood filling my mouth.
I much prefer the taste of it
To the lie you so desperately want me to feed you.
I'll keep my liquor lips from you,
I won't allow you to get drunk off of my kisses.
I won't allow the blood flowing through my teeth
To pass from my mouth to yours.
True love is biting your tongue
And pretending you don't mind the taste of blood.