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Fake roses in a boxAlways ready to be shippedBut never ready for the tripBeautiful and fragileFake roses in a boxWither against the windI hate to see us break apartInto nothing but particles
They can't be happy When people just put them down They do shed their tears They feel pain and sorrow They just show no emotion or fear
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
Most days the smile that remains plastered on my face Is only a skilled façade at best And I fear that my inner self may break through
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.
Fear is what I consume,
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
As I walk along the shore of happiness As I think about the people I've broken I wear the mask on my face as a cruel person Inside that mask is happiness and free-spirit person
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
These are my church shoes,