Sunday, 1 March 2009
I hope i just haven't eaten under cooked eggs... They looked OK at the time, but now i think about it... Oh balls. Now drinking hot, sweet tea. Dunno why i was so compelled to write that down... Been dreaming of college and once again he has popped up in my dreams! He is suffocating my subconscious! Dang, that was dramatic. Ah well if I'm gonna make it in the world of fame i better get used to the tantrums in tiaras!!!! Well, once again my life seems dull... Even my hair colour is dull, That's probably because i'm in a dimly lit room. I sorted out my wardrobe, i have ALOT of grey hoodies...
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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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