I will not feel like I am below you
I am stronger than I was
I will no longer be angry if you step on me
I'll just stomp on you harder
I will not give you power over me
I will not beg for mercy or pretend I never put my feet on you
I will no longer be sorry for my actions
I will no longer wonder what you think of me.
Because you don't know the inside
You just judge the out
My hair is "too short"
My thighs are "too big"
My style is "too different"
And is that how you define me?
You are dirt
I will no longer be embarrassed of myself
So I am "loud and awkward"
Then I won't speak to you
I won't pretend to be your friend
Because I don't want to see more than I already have
No Longer Am I Weak
The Beautiful PeopleI try to meet up.
I try so so hard.
Lotions and potions.
Creams and cuts.
Brushes and dabbing.
But it's never enough.
I feel below them.
But I want to be with them.
I hate them with all my love.
How I want to be like them.
They get all the attention.
They get all the love.
People throw it at them
And they beg for it like starving children.
I hate their faces.
But I want one like it.
But I am of some sorts glad...
I am not one of them.
For their souls are rotted like spoiled fruit.
They hide behind the pretty mask
That I wish resembled me.
But I Still.
I just wish I was stronger than them
The Fire Of JudgementI hide from the fire and try to block out the smoke
My head against the brick wall, crying out
But only to myself
Do I want to be heard?
No No No
For if I am heard the fire will only blaze.
The fire inside me.
The fire around me.
There is no fire in my hideaway
My mind pours sparkling water in waves
It sets me free
It leaves me be
And when I am here I am nothing but happy
Now only if someone could really understand me
And not add grease to the flame
Wish I Could Find YouShe is perfect in every way.
Her short strawberry blonde hair shines with her smile.
She is shy, but I always try to make the smile show.
I am outgoing but only with her, and it works so well.
We love to dance in vintage dresses and listen to the radio.
We make art together, I love the pencil, she loves the guitar.
We love to just drive
And find a weeping willow
So I can take her picture and watch her be beautiful.
Her thin lips are so sweet and I savor every kiss.
I love it when she sings her voice so soft and sweet.
I love to hold her while she strums the strings of her acoustic.
I love to put my head on her chest and hear her heart beat fast.
I smile and she smiles because we know we are both in paradise.
She loves to watch me draw.
She sits still as i capture her beauty in my heart and on the page
I love her.
I want to be with her forever.
I just need to find her.