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Even If I Don't Look Like It...I'm insecure,
Unsure of myself,
and just a wee bit
Even if I don't look like it...
I'm a clown,
Painting on that smile.
I have courage,
because I can face my fears
because I don't whine about the pain,
I just get through it.
Even if I don't look like it...
I need the reassurance
that you'll stay.
I want that hug that you thought about giving,
then didn't because I looked so cold.
I love your smile, laugh, happiness,
because just to see you happy brightens my day
Even if I don't look it...
I can make it through without you,
because I know how to,
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I can go on without all the things I want,
All the things I need,
I do it all the time.
I can stay alive, even if I can't really live.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times
hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my
worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me
at my best."
I'm a bully.I'm a bully.
There is this one person I can't stand.
When ever she have a bad day I never fail to make it worse.
In my opinion she is asking for it.
Her friends are worried, its amusing. Can't we all tell they don't really care?
In her parents opinion, well to have an opinion they would need to know.
She doesn't wish for her father to think of her as even weaker. Such a pansy.
I have reasons why I do it to her.
Reasons that aren't necessarily mine to share, But she hurt someone close to me.
She made them go away for a long time. It's all her fault, and I plan to make her suffer.
I will have her bleed, have her bruise, have her break.
You people must really dislike me right now, my audience must been in awe that someone would be this cruel, and admit it.
I bet you guys are all worried about this young creature, being tortured by a monster such as myself.
Do you want to hear what she wishes to say?
Why don't you ask her.
Don't Let Them WinI think that you're beautiful,
In many more ways than one,
Never believe what they tell you,
Don't let them blind your sun.
I think that you're a winner,
You certainly won my heart,
They're the real losers,
For tearing you apart.
I think that you're smart,
Way smarter than they are,
Because you don't need to torment,
As you're better than them by far.
I know that you won't believe me,
That you think I'm just letting you confide,
But believe this now and never doubt;
You're stunning on the inside.
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
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