self-identity
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If I was in a preppy white girl’s shoes…
Alright, got my eyeliner, mascara, red matte lipstick, glitter Germ-X.
Ok, Julie, its show biz. Puff up those blonde locks, make sure it gives the boys a shock.
Lazily trudging down halls
Her mind pasted on the walls
They saw what she thought
And saw she was wrought
And lacked the very thing they all knew
He wondered what is life trapped in the unknown?
Waking up to a beautiful morning, all sounds monotone
He cannot recognize his identity or deeper emotions
We are invisible to our friends and even more to the world. We believe we can see through each other. But, It’s crazy how we can be invisible to ourselves. We look in the mirror and what we see is a little bleak. I think I can look inside your sou
There is said to be “a space in our heart that can never be filled.”
To believe this to be true is so fundamentally flawed. Perhaps even unreal.
I can see love’s undeniable presence within this world
Lost in thought
along slough pews–-
sweating doors–-
curdled smiles;
sleepy summer minds
I'm everything and nothingand yet still something.I'm rude and polite.Mean and nice.Fire and ice.
We are expected to be full of ourselves.
We are expected to show the world only
What it wants:
Perfect People,
Queens,
Godesses.
Like prisoners on a hunger strike
The demons claw as the sun decends
The wolves howl as the moon ascends
Dark is the world that consumes the light
Just as the monsters takes flight
Joy, laughter, happiness are objects of peaceful reality
There's ME and there's the TITLE.
I'm a double agent in my own life.
Alone,
my demeanor is at odds.
I'm mad at the world...
I smile and sing exuberantly...
I am starting to worry
I find myself confused these days
Not quite sure when my words are real,
Have you ever noticed
how your laugh sounds different
when you're with your closest friend
than it does with your dad?
Have you ever wondered
what it would look inside of an
I must have bought a faulty mirror
Because I can’t see what others see
I look and see my simple reflection
They see words surrounding me
Little girl,
Nose stuffed in journals all day, longing
You never come out to play, they say
But you're just waiting for the chance
It feels like epochs have gone by; it's only been a few years
My imagination
tells a story
of the greatness of words
Words break the silence
They are the epitome of freedom
and as I speak...
they caress your ears
dancing through the air
I can’t figure this out.
Do we change throughout life?
Or
one person the day we were born,
And the same when we depart?
Take colors.
The day you were born
You were red.
