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I like to call myself vicious and ferocious because I assume the real me is evil I laugh when I want to I cry when I want to I share my stories when I want to Because the inner devil in me portrays the real me
When I am #NoFilter, I am a singer in my bedroom, performing for my sky blue audience, my four walls.
So you want to get to know me? You sure? The real me? Well my name is Tazjona and I am 17. I grew up with a man that wasn't my daddy. He lived with us cause he loved my mommy. But then i got older and then he raped me.
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
A Penguin can’t fly. The poor flightless bird, confined to the land and sea, with wings weighing it down: gravity. Me. The girl who dreams to be a penguin, yet fly,
People see me through a filter
With out an instagram edit, to change the lighting. without agreeing on a negative topic, to keep from fighting. Im pale skinned, acne covered, slightly chubby, and mentally ill.
I step out the door. Then step back in. I check the mirror. Okay, I look thin. I step back out.
Searching on social media you will not find me I'm too busy practicing all the right degrees The filters hide my fears and flaws Your half naked pictures should be outlawed Erasing the impurities from my flesh
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden Under the mask What a clever disguise
So I'll put on some liquid courage to get me through the day,
You see the Iron Empress Who standing tall, stoic, regal. She hides the Carefree Clown Who could entertain for hours. She hides the Lovesick Maid Blinded by love unrequited.
The girl you never acknowledge in the halls. The girl you always bump into but never apologize to. The girl who eats lunch in her fifth period class when her friends aren’t at school.
No one sees and no one can find What I hide beneath this facade of mine Constantly wanting for what cannot be Constantly wishing for a better school, A better life, And better friends
I may seem quiet, shy and weak. But inside I am more powerful that anyone could ever imagine...I just need be able to step up to the plate.
I am not the house I grew up in. I am not the family I grew up with. I am not the words they used to put me down.
Your edges are rough so is your attitude it seems Why are you so angry? Why are you so mean? Are you loving? Do you care? You'd never know The person I share... Aggressive... and rebellious
"I am judged by my personality, By the emotions expressed upon my face. But they don't know me. I am merely a person who sees herself saved by grace,
Caught inside a web I wove myself, I'm silent. A hand masks my pathetic attempts to break free; That hand is my own. Pull back the curtain, Cast upon me the spotlight of shame,
Hidden Secrets A girl who is full of attitude is what you see A girl who is haunted by her dreams is what I see A girl who is full of pride is what you see
I hide behind a curtain I try to conceal my fears I smile on the outside I deceive my fellow peers I am dying in a prison I am trapped inside my mind
Never confident in my skin Thinking of who I could have been Tried to blend into the scene To be a prop, a little thing Hiding from the judgment and hate Worried even about the things I ate
"I love baking, singing, and running but not all at once," says Instagram. Snapchat calls me "pbfanatic" which is acceptable enough. Peers would describe me as smart, quiet, polite as a lamb.
Looking behind the curtain and finding there's no one there I'm hiding somewhere safe pulling out my hair Leaving these hallways for the final time Not sure if I'm ready to let the real m shine
The hours run into days The days drone into years. When will I finish this endless race? "You are going to succeed and do great" "We all have such high expectations" My family brims with pride.
You're there-- sitting across from me head bent shoulders hunched pen scribbling fast and intense While you're writing, I'm thinking: "God hates me!" for I would give anything to get away
Being the Real Meby Hannah Powell Being the real me,In a world full of wannabes,Is so much harder than everyoneAlways told me it would be.
A beautiful young girl live at home, Not yet old enough to live alone. Living by her parents rules, She never undertsood why they where so rash and cruel. Sometime down the road she made a new friend,