I cut my hair,
Change its colour,
Red, blonde perhaps blue,
Maybe get a tattoo.
New job,
New car,
New country,
Just trying to find me.
They come and they go,
Who am I?,
They don't really know,
Neither do I.
Where is home?
Who can I call my own?
What shall I do?
Who am I?
I change it up,
Change it down,
Just trying to find out,
Who I am.
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I've ALWAYS loved how you can get lost in a world someone else has created. Not sure what I'm doing with my life but will just see where it takes me x Hope you like my writing x
I'm always going to be me Myself staying free But sometimes I feel There's no good deal.
A lifetime of searching Of losing all hope A lifetime of waiting Numb existence Learning to cope A lifetime of acceptance Compromise and compliance A lifetime of wishing, hoping, inner defiance A...
Open my eyes. My ceiling i see. Get out of bed. A new day awaits me. Look in the mirror. A ghastly reflection. Hair uncontrollable. An awful complexion. Wash and scrub. With lotions and potions.
I had tried to convince myself that by running away and changing my name and appearance that I was a different person. The truth was that I wasn't a different person.
Today, I cut about 1/3 of my hair off. Thankfully it turned out okay, but seeing as I don't really give a crap about my appearance it was hardly a life/death situation.
I'm so sick of trying, To please everybody, They always expect me, To do my best, But I'm just a kid, What do I know.
A red river of screams, I'm bursting at the seams, Black stars in my blue skies, I've said my goodbyes, Lost and away, Gone from today.
Every morning, while I was getting dressed, I imagined my heart in front of me, I poured all of my feelings and emotions straight in, And sealed them tight with a padlock, What good are emotions, I...
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