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I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun, But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun, But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
Your true enemies are not flesh and blood. They are not the people you don’t like.  Your enemies are not those people who mistreat you or the people who slander you. 
The mirror cries long tears to the bus station Her feet draw their mottled shapes on the Pavement It is wet and cold.   In my mouth, there lies elegant blood
Surrounded by voices; I was a <murmur>.  Fear had stolen my lips away, Locked them in a vault under the sea-   Why?   My mind was confused.
Here She is. Dignity is Wonderful, The loveliest of all, The rhythm of cosmos circulating her Ghanaian Intricate form, Subsided with a look of America,
Too much Too much makeup Too much perfume Too much effort   All my life I’ve been told To try harder But not too hard Am I doing it right?   Shiny, blonde hair
Every time I had to deal with your altitude Every single problem ranges in amplitude Breaking my barrier with your end behavior
this is a letter to you from me, you might not care for it right now, but in the end, the things that i wrote will be things you’ll agree.  
I never knew what it was like to feel so broken  you couldnt get out of bed because you didnt want to face the world But after years Of having the weight of the world on my soul
Dear Me,   Listen to, the click click click of power walking up those steps. From her red high heels to her skinny jeans, she ain’t one to cower.
To my doubt, Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live a life free of you and to have a heart  unburdened with  thoughts of worry and woe. Have you ever wondered
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; } Fair-skinned, beautiful, and kind She sings, birds listen, and fly to her hand The World fights against her, and she smiles still. This is the Fairy-tale Princess,
Two-thousand and sixteen Crowned one of the worst years in many peoples’  eyes For many it was a year of distress, chaos, uncertainty For me it was a year of self-discovery, growth, and learning   January
About this time last year, I thought I knew what stress was, as I walked through the iron gates of a gold and purple castle, waiting for Nostradamus to tell me my fate, taking classes that I thought I would hate.
Why did you do this to me? Why did you crush all my hopes? You took all my hard work And threw it to the ground Like it meant nothing. Do you hate me or something? Why do you hate me?
For Cindy   She is the mysterious mesmerizing moon Sitting silently in sorrowful solitude She is encased in darkness
We went from wake up and dress up to taking our time to impressed looks but what evey girl fail to realize is that the only beauty that counts
Golden sunset lemons, twinkly sliced unlike the first time I ran my pen, and eyes, dry. Puckers and sighs against a luminescent sky-- only dreams back then, something to imagine.
You told me you liked the song, So I learned the whole album. You told me you liked the book, So I read the whole library. You told me you liked me, So I tried to like me too.  
I used to think things in the world were backwards. I thought nature had gotten things wrong. Like why shadows had to fall behind us. At one point all I wanted to do was hide where no one could see me.
When a person looks at themself, all they see is the skin and all the basic features- eyes, ears, mouth, hair (or lack thereof). That's it. That's all.    And, that mentality in itself is a shame.
Out of all the features
You tell yourself again, firmly: This is not a symbol.
I’m a sophomore in High School with a brain that never stops, Ranging from thoughts, ideas and memories I cannot “crop”. I’m fifteen years old with a mouth that runs from morning to night,
When I am feeling unplesant  I whisper I am flawless  When I am feeing unwanted 
The flawless part of me Is that I’d rather be Making others happy instead of me.   I believe happiness is contagious And this is one virus That everyone wants to be infected with
written February 2008  
(performed in front of my fraternity when we were celebrating Greek culture. there are many different versions of the Pandora myth so understandably some parts of my poem might not "fit" with one version of the myth)
Today  I bought a pretty dress. Why did I  buy it? Black cloth,
That which makes me tick is hard to define Is the antidepressants stabilizing my mind? Is it the fear of failure or being left behind? Is the incessant tick tock ticking of time?
Such simple weeds these dandelions
Despite wh
Our ancestry shall not define usWe are as much a piece of the pastAs an integral portion of the futureAnd yet we are not only that 
One person - that is All I am - The Water welcomes me in But I refuse to be Pulled under Refuse - to be thought of as nothing   I may be One person - I will go above the expectations - set for me
Pardon me, I beg to you; I forgot the silent policies ruled.
  I may not have that much time left.   I may not know how I am to leave this world.   But,   I will not live in fear.   I refuse to fall into the snares of depression.   I will take what I can get;
Average Nuisance, Unnoticed Weed. You grow--then you die,  they do not notice when those ugly petals disappear from their garden. Trapped beneath the shadows of their beautiful leaves,
you like girls withlong, flowing hairhair that twists and turns and flows as the breezeflicks it and it danceshair that shines and sparkles and
They are broken, shaking, bitter and lost— I know it well. I have been standing in the dark Shadowy corner of my cave, Shivering in the mildewed enclosure. I have scraped at these rocks
There is no cure, no acceptance, no understanding, and no answer. Textbooks can only tell you so much, and unless you have lived it, it is near impossible to judge from the outside.
How I Got Skinny the beginning of a poem, and the end of an eating disorder
If I told you that you're beautiful Right here, right now, forever Would you believe me?
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