I hate how people fuss,
Like I'm some sort of pet,
I wish they would hush,
And then I couldn't fret,
I hope they'll release me,
I could see the bright sun,
If only let me be free,
And as the wild I could run,
Someday I won't be a toy,
And I'll never be the same,
I will feel like a human,
And finally flee from my pain.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ¡¡¡¡
E is for Eddie my name of choice. E is for eloquent, the words in my voice. E is for everyday, I'm filled with compassion. E is for erotic, my choice of passion. E is for everything, I know and love.
Why. Why is it so hard to understand. You all have had it happen to you. So then why when it comes to me you find it so hard to comprehend. Why should I be any different.
cable knit sweater lover, guerrilla art maker, pink clothes wearer, chill music maker, fuzzy blanket connesuier, huge frame rocker, nude enamel wearer, good joke laugher, comic book reader, blog...
#sundayrepost As you sit there moulding your character. Sculpturing his intentions. Directing his reflection. Naming his corrections. Giving him false direction. Inside i die a bit more.
blue, do you know where you stand, alone, in a crowded room. red hair is for her boldness, her "we can do it!" pledge. passive aggressive red hair. rage, and repetitive redness thrown into the air.
It doesn't matter who we are...it matters not who others see in us, how much ever they may love you or you may love them. And neither is it, who people think you are going to be.
Light and dark Two halves a whole I look into My deepest soul To see if I Am night or day To see if I can find my way Rebellion Catches my ire I have the urge To stoke the fire I am...
People strive to find themselves, making it easier to know themselves. But what people don't seem to realize is that labels are destructive.
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