the ten things that are bothering me
- there is so much sadness in the world
- i've gone through too much in the past four months, it's not normal
- my best friend turned out to be an idiot
- i have an addiction to chocolate, it may be tasty but it's bad for my skin!
- neighbors complain too much about my music
- i haven't got enough money to move out of the "parental unit" yet
- i want to get my lip pierced but the money problem is stopping me
- i can't decide whether or not to go to a new club in a few days
- i want to run away from home, but i'm too chicken (probably a good thing)
- my dad left and i have no idea where he's at
- i've just discovered i'm whining too much.
poetry of the damned
It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.
untitled
perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.
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