PerfectionBeing perfect is impossible. But being imperfect, is perfect in itself.
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all.""I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?""There is nothing wrong with you.""Can you say that again?""I said, you aren't sick!""Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway.""You're a hypochondriac.""What?! Listen you-""Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing.""Fine!"*"So. What did the doctor say?""That it's complicated.""Complicated?""Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out.""Really?""You sound skeptical.""You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class.""Yes.""And about how your heart races and your hands shake.""Yes.""And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate.""Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you.""Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?""What's that got to do with it?""
""Seriously. What?""Tell me something. Have you noticed
I'm just a girlI'm a girlWho honors friendshipTo the very lastI'm a girlWho cares about familyOld fashioned (I know)I'm a girlWho helps the neededNot just passes byI'm a girlThat soundsNice and kindBut let's cut the bullshitAnd just be dead honestI won't say I love youEvery now and thenWon't smileWhen I'm not in the moodCan't laughAs if everything is OkayCan't lieTo make you feel betterSo don't be surprisedI'm just being openI'm not perfectAs it might seemNot always happyNor always sadI'm just like youSomeone with burdensResting on shouldersI'm a girlWho speaks outWhat's on the mindWho tells theTruth deep down insideBut with all the upsAnd all the downsNo matter what happensNo matter how hard it getsI'm a girlWith a true heartAnd a vivid smileI'm a girlWho will remainA loyal friendDad's little girlI'm just a girlWho won't fall apartWhen this all fades away
Afraid of Being UglyYou hide your face from othersBehind a curtain of hair.You're afraid they'll call you ugly,That they'll stare and laugh.But there's nothing wrong with you,Nothing at all.
A Child AgainI wish I could be a child again.Where all I had to worry aboutWere skinned kneesAnd cooties from boys.I wish I would be a child again.Where boys ran away from girlsAnd no one lied.I wish I could be a child again.Where parents were devotedIn every part of my life.I wish I could be a child again.When there was recess,And fun and games.I want to be a child again.I want the child meant wonder.I want the never ending hope.I want loyalty.I want simplicity.I want to be a child again.I want my innocence back.I want to not have to worry.I want grades that don't matterI want time outs to be the worse punishment.I wish I could be a child again.When looks didn't matter,And when I didn't have responsibility.I don't want to worry.I don't want to grow up.I just want to be a child again.
There's a Girl...There's a girl I know....and I'm afraid for her.She doesn't know who she is,She's trying to figure it out.She wants to be right, but only seems to do wrong.She looks ahead, but can't forget the past.She's scarred and wounded, and it's never healed.She has no best friend, she feels alone in this world.She's afraid to be herself.She wants to let it all out, but always holds it in.She is happy on the outside, but inside sobbing.She doesn't know who her friends are.She wants to start over.She wants to forget.She wants to know who she is.But in the end, she's to scared to try.Her secret? No one knows.No one cares to ask.No one cares to help.No one feels.She is alone.The people around her say that she is strong,But she's scared.They say that she's beautiful,But she has an ugly secret.They say she's open,But she's afraid to let people see her true self.I'm the only person she has.But the sad thing is, she's not even real.SHE doesn't exist.I do.
Who says I dont care?I don't care who you areI don't care what you wereBut if you are with me,I will care about youI don't care where you liveI don't care what you live inBut if you have no reason to live,I will help you find your reasonI don't care what relationship you hadI don't care who they were withBut if they hurt you,I will be there for youI know I don't care about many thingsI know I'm blunt and insensitive at timesJust know thatI am your friend and you are mineI may not care at times, but right now I doI'm not insensitive because I still care for you
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly."Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life.""What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship.""It also gives us a time to be happy and