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I crack up over the stupidest things, anatomical words that little boys would laugh at, scatology etc. Normally I never find humor in life Most of the time I am found in my head thinking, trying to fill
Thanks must come within It cannot be beaten into the head with a dishtowel having the words have gratitude sown into it Thanks comes with remembering the place of God in the human experience.
I cry I weep I dont sleep Night all alone Hiding in my phone Where am i Where did i go Do i run from myself Wont i leave me alone I am lost It is dark Will i come back
you are newfound confidence, in a mind so lost and confused  your influence is bottomless, in expression you are used. without you i wilt, like a flower in the heat 
Remember when I was born? Remember when we went to Las Vegas? Remember when we went to Chicago,
Early and late this past school year, I could not say why life was good. Until summer came, as it should, And brought with it purpose and cheer! A summer course for those like me,
To my best friend. When we met it was the 15th day of 3rd grade I sat alone in the corner like I always had But this time, you were there with someone
There are many people Each holding many things dear However, among them all, There is always one thing, recognized or not, That no one lives without   What does everyone have
I touched my neck and I realized I forgot how it felt to be bound locked in chains even in my mind I stopped the pain I'm not the same I made an exchange a heavy yoke for a prayer life
Quite strange Is the only way I candescribe my feelings right now,
I am perfectly imperfect
My viewers are facing What they know they see, They say they see, They think they see.   But it's just the casing I know they see, I would say they see.
To the reflections of me   I look to a mirror, a photograph, a song
I just wish that I could be myself, you know? 
I look at you, And all I feel is disgust. You mock me, Capturing me in your everlasting frust-stration.   I look at you, You mentally batter and abuse. Do you enjoy it?
I don't quite know If the masks I wear Fit Me.   I'm not sure if the
I will be whoever the fuck I want. Let me repeat that. I, Faith Rider, will be, whoever, whatever, the fuck I want. Everyone is putting themselves in boxes, "I'm straight!." "I'm Gay!" "I'm Bi!"
Reflective in nostalgic reflections of mere eidetic copies of what once was while; deaf to the loud silence of the world with the blinded walking in the mouths of them who bare no words. Left adrift in presences absence filled with foreign words m
    Dying White Rose A beautiful white rose with petals so bright. She clings to the ground hoping for life. She's short of air; She can not breathe;
Dear Soldier Man Thank you for doing all you can Dear Soldier man  The way you've dedicated your life, you've gained a fan   Dear Soldier Woman I appreciate your bravery! So I salute you
I don't understand This violence It sickens me To be cruel is so easy Yet to be kind is so difficult. I find this hard to believe. Although to look on the outside To believe, is so difficult.
If I am to be one thing, let me be transparent. No, not to fade off this earth. Let me reveal the dreams I nurture within me. Let my past be exposed. Let my inspirations and drives radiate through me—
After weeks of preparation, finally planned perfection Invincibility was overwhelming, irrational though it was The plan Escape. The destination Anywhere but here.
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