fittingin
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Though I study hard and long
People have questioned me all along
Adminstration always asking
And Parents always nagging
Let me choose the path I want
Let me choose the path I want
Its monday morning, pull on the mask of mourning
the perma-glue to hold it tight, the mask'll never fit just right
it stains my hands, my hair, my face
popularity is just a social race
Calm, chill, charming,
That is what people see.
I present a facade of confidence.
Little do they know,
My insides are burning.
Most do not know of the fear,
The fear of the future.
Behind the curtains i see its only me
But when i open up i normally don't shut
Trusting that one person to be your curtain
There are many rips and tears in my curtins
From the many years of children pulling on them
Depressed,tired of being called out,wanting to quit
Try balancing a 3.5 GPS while you play sports and trying to "fit in"
Sometimes I want to give up. But my parents taught me better.
I smile when I want to cry
I laugh when I wanna scream
You wanna know why
Because when I cry or when I scream
It's pushed aside like a child's plea
all i can hear is the ticking of the clock,
though i'm halfway certain there is nothing but silence.
i would much rather be in a trance than here with such a horrid creature.
you ignite my every being only to
My shyness stays behind this curtain in the shade of purple. I pull back the curtains to see the crowd but my hands put them back. I'm afraid to show my real self. I want to show the real me, but half my mind won't allow it.
Beyond the face there is a brain.
It may not always be right,
It may not always be sane.
Beyond the eyes there is a vision.
What I wish I could see,
All the things that are missing.
He's blinding almost,
he's screaming out,
"Let me go!"
"Take me back!"
"Let me go!"
and..."Take me back." again
Blue is where she found misfortune.
She's tempted,
its in my lonely
that I realize how I am frail and boney
how harsh I am to me,how my heart is stony
it is in my lonely
that I confront my phony
masks get dropped and the acting gets chopped
My eyes do not “light up like the sunlight upon water,”
My complexion is too blue and white and every girl is hotter,
Society does not reward small chests like mine with glamour,
People belittle others
With hurtful words
And damaging actions
When they don’t look inwards.
Skin deep
Is how we think
Of those we see
While strolling down the street.
TrappedNever was myself.
Always reminded
At my bare locker.Brand names were never
My thing.It never seemed to work.Popped collars and Coach
I don’t know if any of you have noticed
But there are different levels of crazy
Personality wise, there are a couple different steps.
Whenever I meet someone new for the first time
I’m still on level one.
I'm ready to float away on a cloud
and let the wind blow me away
and stop me when I'm where I belong.
I wanna get away, get away, get away
and push away the fact that I'm human
