Judgement DayWhere am IOn the scale?The scale that goes,Loser to PopularLame to CoolUniform to Unique.What does it matter?No one hears me,No one bothers to notice me,Unless they need someone to whine to.I'm people's pick-me-up,Never their friend...I feel lonely,I am lonely,I guess lonely is all I know.I'm not going to cry,There's no point..A shoulder won't be available.So call me a loser,Call me lame,Call me uniform,Call me whiny,At least you hear me.
Untitled "She sat alone, surrounded by preps and populars, the sluts and scum of this 'institution,' with teachers that can barely teach, much less control a class of these swine. Belonging, to this place, was an impossible concept." She put down her pen and proceeded to burn the words. Such a strange child this was, this girl was. On the weekends, she had her nose stuck in a book, or she spent the day playing a real piano with real sheet music. In school, she was always writing stories of the magnificent happening to the ordinary. Everyday she wished she could jump into her books, and escape this cruel reality. In this era, almost everythi
13th Hour ThoughtsOh hush,I know I need to solveAll my problems and more.I need to figure out:How to fight for myself And others,How to be strong,How to seem humble,How to seem together.I also need to solve:How society could possibly be perfect,How love is possible,How life works,What is truely beyond the grave.I know,No sleep until I solveAll of my problems and more.I need to solve themIn the 13th hourOf night