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They call you bitch. They call you ugly. They call you slag. That call you lonely. They call you smelly. They call you a cunt. They call you lazy. They call you fat. They call you retarded.
A doll within a doll, A layer inside a layer, Person in a person, Here beside there, Line you up like soldiers As you march along my floor, Then pop you back in one by one Don't want six of you no...
She lifts a wipe to wash away The face she'd worn for the day, The plaster that smoothed over her cracks, The kohl that lines her eyes in black, The blush that picked out her contours, The stain that...
People strive to find themselves, making it easier to know themselves. But what people don't seem to realize is that labels are destructive.
So what if I like rock bands. Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Queen. Why does it seem wrong to you. How is it obscene. I ride a motorbike, so what. You think I shouldnt ride?.
We are all strangers Yet we all presume To share our art under A nom de plume. Don't confuse the reason We use an alibi I doubt for the most part It's because we are shy.
I remember this is how I felt as a teenager trying to fit in.... I feel confined, trapped and hating these god damn lies.
I have this problem can someone please help me. Cause I can't figure out the big deal about popularity.
'we are diffirent' he said while looking into my eyes. ' yeah we are just like a cliche hollywood film' . I looked the opposite direction to show that i dont want to continue the conversation.
Baa Baa Black sheep. 'Sorry you don't quite fit in so off we creep leaving you go take the flying leap'. Baa Baa White sheep.
Hug a neighbor, Or start a fight. Go to bed early, Or stay up all night. Eat healthy, Or drink underaged. Live in peace, or get enraged. Do what you want, It could be good.
Welcome to the show Oh, how little you know I've really yet to start it Many more tales left to go This life lasting, Consuming all show That will not move you all, No.
We grow past time. We will be a different person in future compared to our youth. Thus I am no exactly who I am. We are changing and growing.
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...
I'm clean But I'm not Pure. You're nice But you must have something to hide. I'm and 'early bird' who loves to catch the worm But this 'bird' loves to sleep.
She was always very small. Standing at 5ft tall. She was chatty. And slightly batty. She loved to sing. Enjoyed dancing. She is a loyal friend. Loyal to the end. She is quite feisty.
I see you pointing, Staring, Whispering my name Or rather the term you coined for me. 'There's his bird' With a snigger, cruel sneers Rubbing salt in the wound. No I'm not. I was. I am no longer.
Can you hear my voice. Do you know my face. Do you know my words. Or am I merely waste. Will I ever shine. Will people know my name. Will I ever be proud. Or hang my head with shame.
© ZuperZed I can be... ...your wings if you wish to fly. ...a shooting star high up in the sky. ...a shoulder when you're feeling sad. ...clumsy just to make you glad. I can be...
She's the star of the show queen of the stage, trapping all who are in audience range Everyone to play a part she plays hers so well, so good in fact hardly anyone can tell That's she is split in...
I am not the king, duke or lord. I am one of the silent people. I have no power land or wealth, only my beliefs, as rickety and homemade as the shanty town I live in. I am one of the silent people.
Who were you to say I was ugly And that the way I looked was wrong. You decided that I didn't fit And told me I didn't belong.
She makes up her hair, in perfect dispair. Her eyes lit for love, when she's faking. In her heart, Many secret stars. She can't wait to show, what she's taking.
If only the world revolved around me. If only I had the entire human population running around after me. If only I was royalty. If only I lived in a big palace.