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I am from Alaska. And back. A red pony tail. And only one earring. I am from Miami. And cowgirls. Don't-mess-with-Texas. And diamond studs. I am from Kristen. And the painting on my wall. From my art.
Happy New Year Opussians.
When I fall down I struggle to get back up, I plea longingly for a bit more luck. I'm not very sociable and I struggle to make friends, So I just sit back and let life take me around many bends.
Am I merely an ornate thing. To hang upon your arm. Someone you just want to show off. My heart is full of alarm. Am I merely an ornate thing. That you admire when you see fit.
Every day, I wear my mask, So no help ever came, I hide the fear and sadness, Maybe I'm to blame, They just ignore the blatant truth And so no one can see, That beneath this mask I wear Lies so many...
Something I wrote, based on experiences that are widely known among in Deaf's world, including my own.
I've been seeing that some new Opuss users have been writing a bit about themselves so I shall join in. My name is Olivia Chapman, I am 15 years of age almost 16.
I have a name; I live it without a thought or care. You were given a name, The brand that left you not...or the same. From others. They called yur name and you knew what it felt.
I try so hard to change myself and be someone I`m not so others will like me, but I`m done with it .. I can`t please everyone. Get over it. Ima freak xD I`m different.
I never want to number one there's only one place to go from there, I want to be good enough for some respect but never number one.
I see him and I wonder: Is that the real him. Or is it just a front That he wears to show us That he's okay, he's fine; Living his life happily. Although he could be sad And we wouldn't know.
Who would have thought Such a comparison Everything she thinks I relate with completely. The things she does I do too How she reacts, I would embody Her situation I would be there Her destiny I share.
I wanted to change my spots, So I went out and discovered away. Surgery to change my appearance. I booked it, my secret day. Forever it seemed I was single, My looks never good enough.
I'm not the girl I used to be, I used to be free. I didn't care what anyone thought, I used to be me. Society tells us to be ourselves, And the judges us when we do.
Always too small. That's me. Not quite perfect, Unfortunately. ''Eww, you need To eat more!'' ''Look at my body, Compared to yours.'' Being mistaken, For someone half my age.
Come to think of it I'm not entirely sure Where I lost myself Maybe it was in those 8 hours of classtime Lost in notes and due dates Equations and definitions In beds of strangers or Old friends...
For Xmas I've asked for some Kung fu shoes With my Kung fu suit i really can't lose Anybody starts trouble with me again Will find themselves well and truly slain I can't actually do Kung fu...
I place a mask over the face of my real self. I play the role which disguises who i really am. Somewhere inside you and inside of me. Lurk our real selves, a static and formed reality.
Come on everyone, Come and see, Come and have a look, At me. There she is. The one your looking for, The girl who's, different, Misunderstood, But most of all, True to who she is.
Stare at me, eyes fixed on my body, My face observed by souls. Judge me, judge me like a book, I haven't reached your stupid goals.
I wish I could redo some aspects of my life, change some decisions of my life and maybe they would lead to a happier path.
Hello again, today is Sunday, December 9, 2012. When people ask me who I am, I usually have no answer. But even with no response, I know that I'm a person, I know I am.
I face the mirror on the wall I see the irony of it all I look at you and spot the faults But when it's me the mirror is fogged Mirror mirror on the wall See the hypocrisy of it all How am I above...
I've been called many names. Bitch, slut, mols, knob head (said lovingly) mooch, and more. All mean a different thing, from person to person with different feelings and thoughts on me.