well only if you make it.
that doesn’t really exist.
we just learn what our parents know
count your blessings every-time you take a breath
till death, there’s life.
but, if you’re alive then you’re cursed.
a great question.
there is no answer.
life is hard.
but people are envious.
the ones we love?
why do they go when other people are completely
unsatisfied with breathing the breath we wished our loved one had.
I’ve got these questions.
always running through my head.
there’s so many things that i would like to understand:
if we are born to die
and we all die to live;
then what’s the point of living life if it just contradicts?
that…is life in a nut shell
because life is a list of questions that are never answered,
full of so much confusion that we cant bear it
it’s full of lost and despair
but most of all; life is great.
the sound of a child sleeping.
the creaking of the screen door
the one i call mine beside me forever more
the blissful silence.
the giggling of a baby girl
the sincere laughing of my own
the smile that lights up her face everyday as soon as i come home.
the beautiful silence
the smell of baby powder
the kicking of her little legs
that beautiful smile brightens my entire day
the happiness of love
all mine, this is
running fast. breathing hard.i struggled through conformity. “join us” they chanted. “never!” i screamed. i chugged along, alone. i didn’t want to obey. conformity? it just wasn’t my thing. “join us” they whispered again. “no!!! i wont!!!” i began to shake to my core struggling through.
a coven a million light years away beckoned me home. but over them, i heard the chanting ” no tattoos, no dyed hair, no piercings” i strained to stay to myself, not to conform. “no…” i whimpered. “no? to conformity? this will not due.” they started to chant again. “no make up, no dark clothing.” i couldn’t get away. “conform” they insisted.
but i? i stood strong. i will not conform. i will strut my INDIVIDUALITY. my “me” sequence. the one who I am, is who I CHOSE to be. don’t change me. let me be me. because i? i am BEAUTIFUL. i show no conformity. i show the world
I am beautiful. i am
Not just another pretty face, so
Don’t change me because
I am an individual who is
I am different, so please
Don’t try to “represent” what you can never become. because i am
Uniquely me. i am
Another odd ball out. someone who doesn’t want to be like the rest.
Let me stat true to myself.
I am me, and that will change for no one. and i’m trusting
That you will let me be who i am.
Yes. i’m me.
“Don’t let the ones who created you be the ones you destroy. it will all be in spite.”
from top to bottom, we strive to be
the ones we need to be
the ones we want to be
day in and day out
we struggle to find a place
where we truly belong
a place we want to be
the place we need to be
but while at the top
we do what we have to stay there
even if it means knocking down our best friend
our only friend we need
the only friend we want
we forget who’s there when no one else is
we become pig-headed
enriched with attitude
filled with no remorse
we carry on, and end up alone
we surpass who we wanted to be
become who we don’t
join in on the hatred
become a walking example of who we hate
the ones who made us, become the ones who destroy us
they become the ones we stray to for help
hate becomes a virtue
death becomes an inevitable flaw of inconvenience
we become who we despise so greatly
that the fame washes us away
and we become