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At times I fight my uncontrollable mind that's wise but I don't think on time so I just collect all the words that fall down, but when it's coming around I need to hold sounds like I can't think when I talk I just say I'm out of track and when I f
I couldn't think of anything I hated more than Nihilism. And Nihilists. And anything that has anything to do with Nihilism. I hated it.   It's starting to make sense, though.
I am what I was molded into From the time I was born I had people press their ideals Into my skin Until I had bruises they called Unique They imbued me with things Regarding how I should act
It’s a rather funny thing to realize that, at the ripe age of eighteen, you’ve become a person. One with a personality and all that.
So, this one is for the ones who were instructed to speak only when spoken to The ones who have kept quiet, waiting for their turn to speak aloud  This one is for the ones 
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in For tomorrow holds another chance to live again Keep your head held high in confidence and pride Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride Things will pan out in the end
I'm Flawless Not because my skin is clear or my body is perfect  Cause I'm Far from both ..  But  because I love.. I love hard ..  I'm flawless cause my loyalty runs deep 
What is beauty? Everyone has different opinions about beauty. But what is beauty? Beauty can be big, Beauty can be little. Beauty can be light, Beauty can be dark.
#Hi. I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect. But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
I'm not the best of sons, and it's hard to miss my family when everyday they're part of war. I live with scars that just won't seem to end,  but you know what?  They're my medals and best friend. 
i write and i write but how can i describe the feelings that i have yet to experience with words i can't even begin to know the meaning of?
Here I am again My filter is gone and I am here to write There is nothing I could write that has not been written already, Unfortunately I must be satisfied with wording and rewording the unoriginal.
Sometimes there comes upon me The desire to spill words from my lips An aching and a sad debating for myself To be heard. I want you to know that I try my very best To use "Proper grammar, 
Behind my smiles My good deeds My leadership My love for others Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me Who seek my guidence Behind all that i am I am paranoid
Well I've been sitting around lately
Long legs sprawl across a desk,  And eyes gaze tiredly at nothing.  What is life?  I wonder as I nibble at the end of my pencil, And the subliminal voice whispered in my brain. 
sometimes i pretend i don't exist
Fairytales, such corruption- the story told by devil.   Starting from “Once upon a time...” two beautiful people destined to be together...
And it goes like this You see I got a problem I don't know what to write I got no inspiration, i got no insight But just then it hit me Hit me like Mr. T hit Rocky The solution to the problem,
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