We-Are-Real

        Tears streak down my face, It's late, or maybe early, I've lost track of time now. All I know is that I can't sleep, so here I am, mourning something I knew would happen all along.        I can't help that voice in the back of my mind saying "I told you so." Can't help but wonder, 'Why am I so jealous?'        Thinking, 'Why did I let myself fall so hard?' I've never been this way before, never cried so hard, or prayed so much.        Keep hoping I'll wake up, still wanting it all to be a bad dream, but I don't wake up. It's all real, it's to real, and I feel fake, simply numb.        Memories make me smile, make me want t

You want me to sing? How can you expect me to sing right now? My teacher conducts and my mouth moves along, Somehow I am able to form coherent words, The tune is happy, upbeat, And a plastic smile is plastered across my face, My appearance for all these people is as fake as they find it real. These people clap, looking so entertained, Poor fools, lucky simpletons, Getting the life they always wanted while I mourn, My thoughts are dark, like my makeup, My heart is cold, like the touch of my skin. Broken, shattered, cracked, My mind is far from the stage I'm standing on. It's back in the beginning of the year, When I had my fai

     What am I doing? (I'm so confused.)       I hate you! (No I don't I love you...)         Tell me why your worth my time? (What did I do wrong?)            Get away from me! (Wait... I didn't mean that.)              I'm tired of you hurting me... (Come back.)                 I'll never do this again! (It still hurts...)                     It was a mistake. (I blame myself.)                        So lets forget it. (Please don't forget me.)                           Friends? (At least something...)                             I'm fine. (Except a few scars.)                               Your a good friend..

Dear Mommy and Daddy, (Is it okay if I still call you that? No one is listening anyway.) We've drifted so far apart, I'm afraid you don't even know me anymore. Mommy, you always said I could tell you anything. Daddy, you said you'd always love me. Now I find that what I want to tell you most, Mommy, you don't want to hear it. You block me out and talk about your own life, only to occationally ask about my grades or if I've lost weight. Are your problems worse then mine? And Daddy, I find that though you always said you'd love me, you think I'm evil just because I like boys and girls. You yell at me and say thats wrong, say I'm going to

I can't tell you what it meant, Even that short amount of time, cause for a little while, I could call you mine, Your smile was meant for me, and you made me someone new, Someone whos love was real, and laughed sincerly, who didn't need a mask, and saw the world clearly, For that I thank you, A thousand times over, For memories, For a friend, For someone who listened, and knew what it was like, To be the outcast, in a world so cruel, Thank you. I love you still, and I hope we'll be okay. <3

My mom always told me I needed to love myself, before I loved someone else. I guess that explains alot. Like how every time something goes wrong, I blame myself, cuss at myself, hate myself, as if I did something wrong. She told me I was a beautiful young lady, and I'd grow up to break hearts. But she never mentioned the pain of having mine broke first. You never expect someone you trust to hurt you, then it feels like the wind was knocked out of you, a punch in the gut. She said I would do big things, see the world, and keep people smiling. To bad I have to work so hard to do those things. My fake smile is what finds their real ones. My m

   I want the innocence of a child again, You know, Like how we used to be,   back before we had to act this way, When we could laugh and play,   with people we didn't even know! Making friends like you've known them all your life,   When really you met 5 minutes ago. Back when it was okay to stay at a guys house,   becauase it was "cute." I want to be like I was,   Ignorant, blissful, full of life. Like every little girl,   Call everyone your best friend, There is no enimes,   No guy problems,      No school drama,         No expectations, Back when mommy and daddy were heros,   When they could do no wrong in you

I looked at her in awe, my temptation, my lover, my sin, my girl, and thought of all the things I've always been to scared, or to proud, to headstrong to admit. Yet here I am, ready to pour my heart out to you. It's you, my angel, who makes me want to sing. Our old songs of rock, our new songs of pop. It's you, my precious girl, who makes me smile bright when all I want to do is cry the day away. It's you, baby, who I can dance with all night and day, laughing away without a care in the world. It's you, my princess, who kept me alive when the world was bleak, because some guy made me crumple. It's you, sweet temptriss, who smelled of map

Quit telling me to wake up, I like my dreams better then your,                    R e a l i t y Because for real My wacked out, wicked, dream world is my own, And you can't                S                  t                    o           &#

If I were a boy Even just for a day I'd roll out of bed in the morning And throw on what I wanted and go Jackie stood forever staring at her clothes. What to where? She could look casual, but that's boring. She could dress up, but what's the point? And no way was she gonna go in something lame. Jackie sighed as she threw on a dress and started on her hair and make up. For, not quite the first time, she thought to herself, 'I wish I was a guy.' Drink beer with the guys And chase after girls I'd kick it with who I wanted And I'd never get confronted for it Cause they stick up for me She sipped her martini and waited for James to show