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Though I study hard and long People have questioned me all along Adminstration always asking And Parents always nagging Let me choose the path I want Let me choose the path I want
Its monday morning, pull on the mask of mourning the perma-glue to hold it tight, the mask'll never fit just right it stains my hands, my hair, my face popularity is just a social race
Calm, chill, charming, That is what people see. I present a facade of confidence. Little do they know, My insides are burning. Most do not know of the fear, The fear of the future.
Fear is what I consume,
Blue inked fingers kiss innocent paper, staining the edges with my fingerprints.
Behind the curtains i see its only me But when i open up i normally don't shut Trusting that one person to be your curtain There are many rips and tears in my curtins From the many years of children pulling on them
Depressed,tired of being called out,wanting to quit Try balancing a 3.5 GPS while you play sports and trying to "fit in" Sometimes I want to give up. But my parents taught me better.
I smile when I want to cry I laugh when I wanna scream You wanna know why Because when I cry or when I scream It's pushed aside like a child's plea
all i can hear is the ticking of the clock, though i'm halfway certain there is nothing but silence. i would much rather be in a trance than here with such a horrid creature. you ignite my every being only to
My shyness stays behind this curtain in the shade of purple. I pull back the curtains to see the crowd but my hands put them back. I'm afraid to show my real self. I want to show the real me, but half my mind won't allow it.
Beyond the face there is a brain. It may not always be right, It may not always be sane. Beyond the eyes there is a vision. What I wish I could see, All the things that are missing.
He's blinding almost, he's screaming out, "Let me go!" "Take me back!" "Let me go!" and..."Take me back." again Blue is where she found misfortune. She's tempted,
its in my lonely that I realize how I am frail and boney how harsh I am to me,how my heart is stony it is in my lonely that I confront my phony masks get dropped and the acting gets chopped
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,” My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter, Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
People belittle others With hurtful words And damaging actions When they don’t look inwards. Skin deep Is how we think Of those we see While strolling down the street.
TrappedNever was myself. Always reminded At my bare locker.Brand names were never My thing.It never seemed to work.Popped collars and Coach
The world might have left a piece out
I don’t know if any of you have noticed But there are different levels of crazy Personality wise, there are a couple different steps. Whenever I meet someone new for the first time I’m still on level one.
I'm ready to float away on a cloud and let the wind blow me away and stop me when I'm where I belong. I wanna get away, get away, get away and push away the fact that I'm human