I'm just a confused 17 year old who doesn't quite know where she fits in the world who happens to love reading and writing! Most of my writing just now are my own thoughts and feelings as I find them easier to express in writing, however they can be a bit depressing, so for that I apologise!
Sometimes I would just like the waves to stop rocking the boat. For the world to just stop and freeze. People can take a second to breathe before getting on and worrying instead of being at ease.
The girl deep under is always there. She knows you know and she wishes you cared. But you can't see past your own stupidity. One day-too late-she's gone. She's better off out there..
Bring yourself to the battleground. It's time we had ourselves a little rematch. You broke me last time and left me for dead. You shattered many bones and bruised my skin. But this will be different.
I really cannot help myself, I am as meek as a mouse, When some stranger makes eye contact, My mouth just clamps itself shut.
Oh dear baby please don't cry, If you carry on at this rate my brain will surely fry. No actual tears flow from your eyes, All you do is wail until someone consoles your cries.
Lying here in my bed, Wishing I could see the stars instead, Thoughts will wanders, Eyes will tire, Thinking of those funeral pyres.
Oh trust me boy, I'm waiting all right. Waiting for the right moment, the perfect chance to strike. I'm observing from afar, call it laying low.
I always mess up. There is always something wrong. Most of the time I barely know what's going on. But not this year and not this time. This time I am a totally gem. This time I have won the prize.
I want you to bleed. I want you to tear. I want you to feel everything that I want you to feel. I want you to fear. I want you to cower. I want you to know my limitless power.
How I look up at her with awe, That strong striking woman running to her car.
Is it wrong to believe in something better, Though that something doesn't exist, Is it not better to feel the hope rather than be worn away by the society of today.
Come all creatures of the night, Dark and deadly, unaffected by fright. Come all things gruesome and ghoulish, Grimey and slimey, ready until light.
S cared to voice my opinions against yours. T ired of being pushed about through all of the. U ps and downs of daily life. P ause and then punch me. I 'd rather be dead. D on't bother with me..
My biggest regret will always be that I couldn't go back in time to see, See the younger me and tell her you can be free.
Happiness for me is just a few simple things, An important one however is OJ and fried chicken wings. Cats, dogs and all furry, fishy and scaly things alike, Are those that peak my happiness spike.
I will sit again tonight, as I do every day. Saying my nightly prayers, hoping they come true. I ask for beauty, I ask for intelligence, but most of all I ask for someone to truly love me.
Ah...OK. No no, don't worry about it, it's fine. Yeah, uh huh, OK, some other time then. Once again, forget about me. Once again, leave me out of you 'amazing' plans.
Call me a crazy cat lady. Laugh at me behind my back. Tell me I will never marry-I will have too many cats. Do all of these things, do what ever you want.
People throw the word love around like a tennis ball. It is something I have rarely felt. Love is not telling me I am fat when I was only a size 8.
Social skills of a dead turnip. Fashion sense of a bald vulture. Intelligence of a can of tomatoes. Mapping skills of a broken GPS. Body of a bowl of jelly. Nose that looks broken.
I pass you everyday in the hallway, smiling at you as I go. I see you everyday in class and try to impress you with my (lack of) knowledge.
My tale is a short, slightly tear jerking one about how sometimes. despite how much of a cynic you are, people can really surprise you. I begin this tale in a bus.
You see the cheery teenager who's troubles disappear when your with her. You see the quiet girl who really makes an effort in school because there's no point in making one at home.
I may not be the Cat you seen, swooning on TV with Batman. I may not be slim and trim, fitting all of the obscure sizes.
I will remain, to those petty fools from school, the moustache bearing silent girl. That one over there, sitting by herself because she looks like a boy and has the social skills of a dead toad.