Poems!! A lot of them!
WINTER
When winter comes it covers life,
Everything looks dead and white.
But wait it out and you'll find,
A flower popping out of the snow.
Showing that it is not dead,
But waited for the right time to grow.
You'll find this true at many times,
When life seems to be covering you.
But like the flower, wait it out,
And than you'll see how much you grow.
DARKNESS/BLACK
People say darkness is scary,
So I ask them "why?"
For Black is a mixture of each color:
Purple for virtue,
Blue for calmness,
Green for life,
Yellow for warmth,
Orange for kindness,
and Red for love.
So Why, I ask, is darkness scary?
A SAFE
I am a safe for everyone I know,
For I hold tight to what they tell and show.
They are the only ones who have the key,
To all the secrets they share with me.
Yet I don't know if they even care,
How I never betray them no matter what they share.
For I love them all very much,
And each secret is like a special touch.
So here I stand a safe, a lock,
Which more sturdy, more firm, than a rock.
For no matter what takes place between us,
I would never betray your trust.
ALONE AGAIN
Again, here I sit alone,
Waiting, just waiting for someone to call friend.
The place I live doesn't feel like home,
Because it's empty from week to weekend.
And here I am left by myself,
A stranger that no one wishes to know.
Almost no more than an attraction on a shelf,
Just watching the people of life's show.
I still sit and still hope,
For someone to call me family.
No one knows how I can barely cope,
But yet I will, and I will do it happily.
JUDGING
They judge me without knowing me.
They look at me in disgust.
They look at me like I'm a freak.
They look at me like I'm a loner.
What makes them think they have a right to think that?
Are they not a part of the same world?
So I look at them with love in my heart.
They may still judge me,
But who am I to judge them?
LIFE VOWS
Here I write down me life vows:
Serve others, not myself.
Live for my friends and family.
Don't judge.
Keep body and spirit clean.
Work to live, don't live to work.
Live to love, and love to live.
No giving up.
Smile often.
Laugh often.
Cry when need to.
Look at the lessens from all experiences.
Take responsibility for self.
Don't base life on materialistic things.
Love, care, and cherish everyone.
Don't be ashamed of who I am.
Be truthful and loyal at all times.
BE HAPPY!!
LIVE
Live for the special moments.
Live for the friends you love.
Live for the friends that love you.
Live for reasons yet unknown.
Live for the life lessons you've already learned.
Live for the reason to help someone or something less fortunate than you.
Live for a smile.
Live for love.
Live for life.
Live.
I CRY
I cry for the pain I feel each day.
I cry for the emotions so hard to understand.
I cry for the sadness I feel.
I cry because I cry alone.
I cry for the friends that I love so much.
I cry for the friends that also know pain.
I cry for the friends that I live for.
I cry for my family I hold dear to me.
I cry knowing I'll be alive tomorrow to cry again.
UNKNOWN
I am unknown,
For who truly knows me?
I don't even understand myself.
Anyone else in my position would be very different.
For who is given pain beyond belief every day, and still stands as a stronghold for others?
Who cries everyday and still looks forward to tomorrow?
Who has had the opportunity to end all there suffering, and still stands waiting for more?
Some say I'm strong, amazing, unique, and much more.
I must be crazy to live like this,
Or maybe I am as they say I am.
Perhaps I am known to those who know me.
IF ONLY
If only time could pass me by,
Than I wouldn't hurt anymore.
I wouldn't have to feel lonely anymore.
I wouldn't have to cry anymore.
I wouldn't have to be depressed anymore.
I wouldn't have to hide anymore.
But than I wouldn't see my friends and family anymore.
I wouldn't be able to grow anymore.
I wouldn't be able to help others anymore.
I wouldn't be able to love anymore.
I wouldn't be able to live anymore.
So time will not pass me by.
I will be here through all times,
Hard and easy.
For I endure for the things precious to me.
LOVE
Love,
An emotion I can not understand.
It is a feeling I feel,
Yet I do not fathom it.
It is a strong feeling.
It is a great feeling.
I feel it, but do not understand it.
I feel love for my friends, my family, nature,
And all living things.
So why can I not understand love?
I REMAIN
The crowd and people change,
But here I remain.
Unknown, alone, unwanted,
Yet here I sit,
Learning of every person.
Here for them if they need a friend.
Wanting them to live on another day.
Am I the only one?
Is everyone else too busy to notice the real me?
They see me in black, walking alone,
Are they scared?
I like the way I look,
I'm comfortable with it,
And I'm judged because of it.
They wish for people not to judge them,
So why am I the one who receives there judging stares?
Yet I would wish all there stares upon me,
If they would never use them on anyone else.
EACH MOMENT
Each moment I breath is a gift.
Each moment I live is a miracle.
Each moment I'm with a friend is a blessing.
Each moment I'm with my family is like a precious jewel.
Each moment of pain helps me grow.
Each moment a tear falls is a sign to keep going.
Each moment of loneliness makes me remember my promise.
Each moment of laughter is worth the world.
Each moment of happiness is worth the universe.
Each moment of peace is heaven.
Each moment is a moment I remember these things.
WHO ARE YOU?
Who is to decide who you are?
Society? A doctor and a sheet of paper?
Who knows who you are, more than your own self?
Only you have the words to truly describe yourself.
So, who do you say you are?
Do you label yourself as others label you?
Or do you choose to be different and label yourself so?
Cause when it comes down to it,
You're the only one who truly knows who you are.
PRAYER
A prayer is said, and it falls silent.
I hear the scratch of pen on paper,
The rustling of bulletins and hymnals.
Than I hear the words,
Spoken from the heart,
Calls for the presence of the spirit.
And it comes.
Calm and peaceful,
It rests upon the congregation, our community.
The Spirit comes.
TEARS OF REMEMBERING
The night falls again on another lonely day,
And yet I still hope and pray for a better tomorrow.
Another tear falls onto the floor,
A tear followed by many.
Each tear that falls is a reminder:
A reminder of all the suffering I've endured.
A reminder of all the tears that have fallen in the pass.
A reminder of the pain that has caused it all.
A reminder of the friends and family I live for.
A reminder of all the times of happiness in my life.
The tears stop, and I wait for the next night,
When they will fall again.
WISH FOR A FRIEND
All I wish for now is a friend.
Someone I can talk to.
Someone I can have fun with.
Someone I can trust.
Someone I can tell my feelings to.
Someone I can call family.
Someone I can love.
Someone who will feel the same way.
Just a friend, a true friend.
That is my wish.
TORTURED ARTIST
They call us tortured artists,
Because we are.
They say we write so real,
Because it is real.
They hear our words,
And they feel their power.
They read our words,
And it is printed on their hearts.
We write how we feel.
We write our true emotions.
We hide nothing.
We write for ourselves,
But others can still be effected.
We are tortured, alone, and in pain.
So remember that, as you read our words.
HIDING
I am in pain, alone, and tortured,
Yet I hide it so well.
I hide it with my many masks.
The only way people can truly know the real me,
Is to listen and read my words.
I try not to hide so much,
But I still hide myself from the world.
I wish I didn't have to,
But than I would be judged even more.
So I hide from the world,
Only truly known to a few.
But soon I will not hide,
And I will know who will be true friends.
LIVING ON
The feelings of pain and loneliness surround me.
Yet I take it in and turn it into fuel to keep moving forward.
It will not control me.
For at the end of the day,
I am still alive.
Even if I barely make it through the day,
It has not won.
It is also a part of me,
A part of my life.
It has taught me much.
It is still hard to live with,
But I'll live with it till it's gone.
NOTHING I CAN'T HANDLE
What else can be put upon me that I can not handle?
Pain I have made into a blessing.
Loneliness, a teacher.
Death, an ally.
Fear, a companion.
Life, a journey.
For I know that when it is over,
Pain will only be a memory.
Loneliness will be gone.
Those who are dead, I will see again.
Fear will not exist.
And life would have been a great lessen.
There is nothing I can not handle.
ALONE IN A CROWD
I dress in black and walk down the street.
I hear the comments and the laughs.
The judging stares of the passing people.
I receive a few compliments,
And it makes me smile,
But only for a moment,
Than the loneliness sets in again.
So I walk alone,
The comments, laughs, and stares keep coming.
Yet I live on, and take them again the next day, and the next.
HEART OF A CHILD
How I long to be a child again.
Without a care or worry.
Friendly with everyone.
Innocent and pure.
Everything new and exciting.
Life a mystery, ready to be explored.
Not so busy you can't even stop to smell the flowers.
Not so worried about politics or where the world will be next year.
Relationships not even in mind.
"Drama" was a word we didn't even know.
How I long to be a child.
But life is a journey to explore,
And everyday is new.
You can make time to smell the flowers,
You don't have to make differences divide us,
You don't have to become a part of the world.
Just because our bodies and minds are older and grown,
Our hearts can still be as childlike as ever.
EVERYDAY
Everyday I hear the laughter of friends,
And I miss mine.
Everyday people laugh at me,
And I know I'm alone.
Everyday I wish to be invisible,
But I wish for them to see and accept me too.
Everyday I am judged.
Everyday I wish for a friend.
Everyday I cry because of the pain.
Everyday I remember my friends and family.
Everyday I remember why I live.
Everyday I remember the feeling of love.
Everyday I hope and pray that the next day will be better.
MY FAMILY
The physical pain is becoming unbearable,
The emotional pain just the same.
Yet my spirit and soul fight to live on,
Always reminding me of who I live for.
Their names and faces flash through my mind,
And a tear falls for each one.
Pain is a part of my life,
But they are my life.
They are the reasone I live.
They are the reason I am still alive.
I love them so much that I will live through all pain,
no matter how great.
They are my friends, and my true family.
THINKING OF YOU
Unable to move, I sit alone,
My mind free to wander.
It always thinks of people I love.
I think about them,
Pray for them,
Hope they are alright.
I miss them so much,
And I wonder when I'll see them again.
I keep them in mind,
Hoping they know someone is thinking of them.
TIRED
I am tired.
Tired of pain,
Tired of being alone,
Tired of always having to say goodbye,
Tired of crying,
Tired of being weak,
Tired of being judged,
Tired of living.
So why do I keep going instead of giving up?
Taking an eternal sleep?
Through my pain, I grow to help others.
Through my loneliness I'm always here to be a friend.
Through my goodbyes, there will be another "Hello".
Through my tears, my soul pushes through.
Through my weakness', my strengths show ever bright.
Through the judgements, I learn not to judge.
Through living, my life has purpose and helps others to see theirs.
So yes, I am tired,
But I will have time to rest.
Now is not that time.
PAIN: FRIEND OR FOE?
Taring at my soul,
Pain reaches out to control me.
I fight, for how much longer?
I do not know.
It fights me.
But through the fighting,
It only makes me stronger.
Is it fighting with me, or against me?
Is it my friend, or my enemy?
I do not know.
All I know is that either with or against me,
It is still very hard.
But it is my fight, my battle.
And I fight and battle everyday.
When will it end?
Only time will tell.
IMMORTAL SOULS
We are the Fallen,
Reincarnates of Angels.
Souls and Spirits in this mortal realm.
We wonder why we feel alone,
Because we are cut off from our true home.
We want to live for so long.
But why?
Shouldn't we accept that our souls need to feel "alive" too?
Shouldn't we accept death when it calls for us,
Instead of trying to run away?
This life is only a mortal one,
But after is a Spiritual one.
This life is to help grow our souls.
So when they feel they are grown enough, shouldn't we allow them to go home?
WHY DO I CARE?
Loneliness overcomes me.
Pain is the only company I have.
Love is the only thing keeping me sane,
The only thing keeping me alive.
Love for friends,
Love for family,
Love for life.
I sit and write alone,
No one wishing to know me,
No one caring if they ever saw me again.
So why do I care?
Why do I pray for them?
Pray that they have a better life than mine?
Why? I don't know.
But I do.
THEY DON'T KNOW ME!
They talk about me behind my back,
But they don't know me.
They point and laugh when I walk by,
But they don't know me.
They make comments they don't think I hear,
But they don't know me.
They look at me, and avoid eye contact,
But they don't know me.
They seem to be scared,
But they don't know me.
They don't know me, and they never wish to.
I try to be friendly, but they just look away.
So why am I judged,
When they don't even know me?
DIFFERENCES
Everyone is different,
So why do we try so hard to fit in with a certain crowd?
And when someone accepts the truth,
And embraces there differences,
We treat them as an outcast.
We live a lie and think that everyone else should too,
And those who don't are less than lepers.
Yet it is the outcast who make the greatest friends.
Since they have very few,
They hold them more precious than the heavens.
They are the ones who will accept your differences,
The ones who will be truthful.
They know we are all different,
And that, that is our greatest commonallity.
Just as every snowflake that falls,
They fall, all different, but than again, the same.
TRUE SELF
I can walk down the mall and be judged.
But if I were famous people would line up to see me.
People are selfish only caring about themselves,
Not caring about other people's feelings.
You know who is a true friend,
When your at rock bottom.
Because your true friends,
Will still be there to comfort you.
I don't try to fit in,
Because it'd be a lie.
And since I don't,
People are afraid of me.
They laugh at me,
Because I'm different.
I'm true to myself,
Are They?
I AM THE OUTCAST
People think they are the center of the universe,
And whoever is not like them is a freak.
There life, there drama, is so important to them,
But in the end does it really matter?
Does fitting in and making people like you,
Really matter if you're lying to yourself?
I don't believe it does,
And so I am the outcast.
I refuse to lie to myself,
I refuse to lie to others,
I refuse to lie to fit in,
And because of that I am the outcast.
I am the outcast,
But at least I'm an honest one.
YOU SAY YOUR FAMILY
You say your family,
Than prove it!
You say your family,
Yet you don't support me.
You say your family,
Yet you don't respect me.
You say your family,
Yet you talk behind my back.
You say your family,
Yet it's only by blood.
Blood may be thicker than water,
But true family has a bond thicker than blood.
So you may be a relative,
But you will NEVER be family.
When winter comes it covers life,
Everything looks dead and white.
But wait it out and you'll find,
A flower popping out of the snow.
Showing that it is not dead,
But waited for the right time to grow.
You'll find this true at many times,
When life seems to be covering you.
But like the flower, wait it out,
And than you'll see how much you grow.
DARKNESS/BLACK
People say darkness is scary,
So I ask them "why?"
For Black is a mixture of each color:
Purple for virtue,
Blue for calmness,
Green for life,
Yellow for warmth,
Orange for kindness,
and Red for love.
So Why, I ask, is darkness scary?
A SAFE
I am a safe for everyone I know,
For I hold tight to what they tell and show.
They are the only ones who have the key,
To all the secrets they share with me.
Yet I don't know if they even care,
How I never betray them no matter what they share.
For I love them all very much,
And each secret is like a special touch.
So here I stand a safe, a lock,
Which more sturdy, more firm, than a rock.
For no matter what takes place between us,
I would never betray your trust.
ALONE AGAIN
Again, here I sit alone,
Waiting, just waiting for someone to call friend.
The place I live doesn't feel like home,
Because it's empty from week to weekend.
And here I am left by myself,
A stranger that no one wishes to know.
Almost no more than an attraction on a shelf,
Just watching the people of life's show.
I still sit and still hope,
For someone to call me family.
No one knows how I can barely cope,
But yet I will, and I will do it happily.
JUDGING
They judge me without knowing me.
They look at me in disgust.
They look at me like I'm a freak.
They look at me like I'm a loner.
What makes them think they have a right to think that?
Are they not a part of the same world?
So I look at them with love in my heart.
They may still judge me,
But who am I to judge them?
LIFE VOWS
Here I write down me life vows:
Serve others, not myself.
Live for my friends and family.
Don't judge.
Keep body and spirit clean.
Work to live, don't live to work.
Live to love, and love to live.
No giving up.
Smile often.
Laugh often.
Cry when need to.
Look at the lessens from all experiences.
Take responsibility for self.
Don't base life on materialistic things.
Love, care, and cherish everyone.
Don't be ashamed of who I am.
Be truthful and loyal at all times.
BE HAPPY!!
LIVE
Live for the special moments.
Live for the friends you love.
Live for the friends that love you.
Live for reasons yet unknown.
Live for the life lessons you've already learned.
Live for the reason to help someone or something less fortunate than you.
Live for a smile.
Live for love.
Live for life.
Live.
I CRY
I cry for the pain I feel each day.
I cry for the emotions so hard to understand.
I cry for the sadness I feel.
I cry because I cry alone.
I cry for the friends that I love so much.
I cry for the friends that also know pain.
I cry for the friends that I live for.
I cry for my family I hold dear to me.
I cry knowing I'll be alive tomorrow to cry again.
UNKNOWN
I am unknown,
For who truly knows me?
I don't even understand myself.
Anyone else in my position would be very different.
For who is given pain beyond belief every day, and still stands as a stronghold for others?
Who cries everyday and still looks forward to tomorrow?
Who has had the opportunity to end all there suffering, and still stands waiting for more?
Some say I'm strong, amazing, unique, and much more.
I must be crazy to live like this,
Or maybe I am as they say I am.
Perhaps I am known to those who know me.
IF ONLY
If only time could pass me by,
Than I wouldn't hurt anymore.
I wouldn't have to feel lonely anymore.
I wouldn't have to cry anymore.
I wouldn't have to be depressed anymore.
I wouldn't have to hide anymore.
But than I wouldn't see my friends and family anymore.
I wouldn't be able to grow anymore.
I wouldn't be able to help others anymore.
I wouldn't be able to love anymore.
I wouldn't be able to live anymore.
So time will not pass me by.
I will be here through all times,
Hard and easy.
For I endure for the things precious to me.
LOVE
Love,
An emotion I can not understand.
It is a feeling I feel,
Yet I do not fathom it.
It is a strong feeling.
It is a great feeling.
I feel it, but do not understand it.
I feel love for my friends, my family, nature,
And all living things.
So why can I not understand love?
I REMAIN
The crowd and people change,
But here I remain.
Unknown, alone, unwanted,
Yet here I sit,
Learning of every person.
Here for them if they need a friend.
Wanting them to live on another day.
Am I the only one?
Is everyone else too busy to notice the real me?
They see me in black, walking alone,
Are they scared?
I like the way I look,
I'm comfortable with it,
And I'm judged because of it.
They wish for people not to judge them,
So why am I the one who receives there judging stares?
Yet I would wish all there stares upon me,
If they would never use them on anyone else.
EACH MOMENT
Each moment I breath is a gift.
Each moment I live is a miracle.
Each moment I'm with a friend is a blessing.
Each moment I'm with my family is like a precious jewel.
Each moment of pain helps me grow.
Each moment a tear falls is a sign to keep going.
Each moment of loneliness makes me remember my promise.
Each moment of laughter is worth the world.
Each moment of happiness is worth the universe.
Each moment of peace is heaven.
Each moment is a moment I remember these things.
WHO ARE YOU?
Who is to decide who you are?
Society? A doctor and a sheet of paper?
Who knows who you are, more than your own self?
Only you have the words to truly describe yourself.
So, who do you say you are?
Do you label yourself as others label you?
Or do you choose to be different and label yourself so?
Cause when it comes down to it,
You're the only one who truly knows who you are.
PRAYER
A prayer is said, and it falls silent.
I hear the scratch of pen on paper,
The rustling of bulletins and hymnals.
Than I hear the words,
Spoken from the heart,
Calls for the presence of the spirit.
And it comes.
Calm and peaceful,
It rests upon the congregation, our community.
The Spirit comes.
TEARS OF REMEMBERING
The night falls again on another lonely day,
And yet I still hope and pray for a better tomorrow.
Another tear falls onto the floor,
A tear followed by many.
Each tear that falls is a reminder:
A reminder of all the suffering I've endured.
A reminder of all the tears that have fallen in the pass.
A reminder of the pain that has caused it all.
A reminder of the friends and family I live for.
A reminder of all the times of happiness in my life.
The tears stop, and I wait for the next night,
When they will fall again.
WISH FOR A FRIEND
All I wish for now is a friend.
Someone I can talk to.
Someone I can have fun with.
Someone I can trust.
Someone I can tell my feelings to.
Someone I can call family.
Someone I can love.
Someone who will feel the same way.
Just a friend, a true friend.
That is my wish.
TORTURED ARTIST
They call us tortured artists,
Because we are.
They say we write so real,
Because it is real.
They hear our words,
And they feel their power.
They read our words,
And it is printed on their hearts.
We write how we feel.
We write our true emotions.
We hide nothing.
We write for ourselves,
But others can still be effected.
We are tortured, alone, and in pain.
So remember that, as you read our words.
HIDING
I am in pain, alone, and tortured,
Yet I hide it so well.
I hide it with my many masks.
The only way people can truly know the real me,
Is to listen and read my words.
I try not to hide so much,
But I still hide myself from the world.
I wish I didn't have to,
But than I would be judged even more.
So I hide from the world,
Only truly known to a few.
But soon I will not hide,
And I will know who will be true friends.
LIVING ON
The feelings of pain and loneliness surround me.
Yet I take it in and turn it into fuel to keep moving forward.
It will not control me.
For at the end of the day,
I am still alive.
Even if I barely make it through the day,
It has not won.
It is also a part of me,
A part of my life.
It has taught me much.
It is still hard to live with,
But I'll live with it till it's gone.
NOTHING I CAN'T HANDLE
What else can be put upon me that I can not handle?
Pain I have made into a blessing.
Loneliness, a teacher.
Death, an ally.
Fear, a companion.
Life, a journey.
For I know that when it is over,
Pain will only be a memory.
Loneliness will be gone.
Those who are dead, I will see again.
Fear will not exist.
And life would have been a great lessen.
There is nothing I can not handle.
ALONE IN A CROWD
I dress in black and walk down the street.
I hear the comments and the laughs.
The judging stares of the passing people.
I receive a few compliments,
And it makes me smile,
But only for a moment,
Than the loneliness sets in again.
So I walk alone,
The comments, laughs, and stares keep coming.
Yet I live on, and take them again the next day, and the next.
HEART OF A CHILD
How I long to be a child again.
Without a care or worry.
Friendly with everyone.
Innocent and pure.
Everything new and exciting.
Life a mystery, ready to be explored.
Not so busy you can't even stop to smell the flowers.
Not so worried about politics or where the world will be next year.
Relationships not even in mind.
"Drama" was a word we didn't even know.
How I long to be a child.
But life is a journey to explore,
And everyday is new.
You can make time to smell the flowers,
You don't have to make differences divide us,
You don't have to become a part of the world.
Just because our bodies and minds are older and grown,
Our hearts can still be as childlike as ever.
EVERYDAY
Everyday I hear the laughter of friends,
And I miss mine.
Everyday people laugh at me,
And I know I'm alone.
Everyday I wish to be invisible,
But I wish for them to see and accept me too.
Everyday I am judged.
Everyday I wish for a friend.
Everyday I cry because of the pain.
Everyday I remember my friends and family.
Everyday I remember why I live.
Everyday I remember the feeling of love.
Everyday I hope and pray that the next day will be better.
MY FAMILY
The physical pain is becoming unbearable,
The emotional pain just the same.
Yet my spirit and soul fight to live on,
Always reminding me of who I live for.
Their names and faces flash through my mind,
And a tear falls for each one.
Pain is a part of my life,
But they are my life.
They are the reasone I live.
They are the reason I am still alive.
I love them so much that I will live through all pain,
no matter how great.
They are my friends, and my true family.
THINKING OF YOU
Unable to move, I sit alone,
My mind free to wander.
It always thinks of people I love.
I think about them,
Pray for them,
Hope they are alright.
I miss them so much,
And I wonder when I'll see them again.
I keep them in mind,
Hoping they know someone is thinking of them.
TIRED
I am tired.
Tired of pain,
Tired of being alone,
Tired of always having to say goodbye,
Tired of crying,
Tired of being weak,
Tired of being judged,
Tired of living.
So why do I keep going instead of giving up?
Taking an eternal sleep?
Through my pain, I grow to help others.
Through my loneliness I'm always here to be a friend.
Through my goodbyes, there will be another "Hello".
Through my tears, my soul pushes through.
Through my weakness', my strengths show ever bright.
Through the judgements, I learn not to judge.
Through living, my life has purpose and helps others to see theirs.
So yes, I am tired,
But I will have time to rest.
Now is not that time.
PAIN: FRIEND OR FOE?
Taring at my soul,
Pain reaches out to control me.
I fight, for how much longer?
I do not know.
It fights me.
But through the fighting,
It only makes me stronger.
Is it fighting with me, or against me?
Is it my friend, or my enemy?
I do not know.
All I know is that either with or against me,
It is still very hard.
But it is my fight, my battle.
And I fight and battle everyday.
When will it end?
Only time will tell.
IMMORTAL SOULS
We are the Fallen,
Reincarnates of Angels.
Souls and Spirits in this mortal realm.
We wonder why we feel alone,
Because we are cut off from our true home.
We want to live for so long.
But why?
Shouldn't we accept that our souls need to feel "alive" too?
Shouldn't we accept death when it calls for us,
Instead of trying to run away?
This life is only a mortal one,
But after is a Spiritual one.
This life is to help grow our souls.
So when they feel they are grown enough, shouldn't we allow them to go home?
WHY DO I CARE?
Loneliness overcomes me.
Pain is the only company I have.
Love is the only thing keeping me sane,
The only thing keeping me alive.
Love for friends,
Love for family,
Love for life.
I sit and write alone,
No one wishing to know me,
No one caring if they ever saw me again.
So why do I care?
Why do I pray for them?
Pray that they have a better life than mine?
Why? I don't know.
But I do.
THEY DON'T KNOW ME!
They talk about me behind my back,
But they don't know me.
They point and laugh when I walk by,
But they don't know me.
They make comments they don't think I hear,
But they don't know me.
They look at me, and avoid eye contact,
But they don't know me.
They seem to be scared,
But they don't know me.
They don't know me, and they never wish to.
I try to be friendly, but they just look away.
So why am I judged,
When they don't even know me?
DIFFERENCES
Everyone is different,
So why do we try so hard to fit in with a certain crowd?
And when someone accepts the truth,
And embraces there differences,
We treat them as an outcast.
We live a lie and think that everyone else should too,
And those who don't are less than lepers.
Yet it is the outcast who make the greatest friends.
Since they have very few,
They hold them more precious than the heavens.
They are the ones who will accept your differences,
The ones who will be truthful.
They know we are all different,
And that, that is our greatest commonallity.
Just as every snowflake that falls,
They fall, all different, but than again, the same.
TRUE SELF
I can walk down the mall and be judged.
But if I were famous people would line up to see me.
People are selfish only caring about themselves,
Not caring about other people's feelings.
You know who is a true friend,
When your at rock bottom.
Because your true friends,
Will still be there to comfort you.
I don't try to fit in,
Because it'd be a lie.
And since I don't,
People are afraid of me.
They laugh at me,
Because I'm different.
I'm true to myself,
Are They?
I AM THE OUTCAST
People think they are the center of the universe,
And whoever is not like them is a freak.
There life, there drama, is so important to them,
But in the end does it really matter?
Does fitting in and making people like you,
Really matter if you're lying to yourself?
I don't believe it does,
And so I am the outcast.
I refuse to lie to myself,
I refuse to lie to others,
I refuse to lie to fit in,
And because of that I am the outcast.
I am the outcast,
But at least I'm an honest one.
YOU SAY YOUR FAMILY
You say your family,
Than prove it!
You say your family,
Yet you don't support me.
You say your family,
Yet you don't respect me.
You say your family,
Yet you talk behind my back.
You say your family,
Yet it's only by blood.
Blood may be thicker than water,
But true family has a bond thicker than blood.
So you may be a relative,
But you will NEVER be family.