I'm not a common face you'd see in a crowd, no I'm not. I'm also not someone you can, NOT pick out easily, because in my own way, I stand out. I'm that girl, who everyone laughs at, the one who they call fat, the one who's goth, emo, my personal favorite, given to me by a 6th grader after, an issue, Goth Queen, and so on, and so on. I'm the one who's always stuck in a notebook because that's where I like to be. I could care less about what's going on around me, and if it has to do with over-dose of drama. I get enough of that already, thanks tho. I'm an insane freak, who has multiple personalities. There's Kas, who is the innocent, quiet, one who will care for you, then there's Cyro, who could care less, and is always fierce, and wont give up, especially if something's wrong with someone she's close to. And then, in the back, is Rylie. We hardly see her, she's the one that only speaks her mind rarely, the one who settles the arguements between us two, and who people hardly see. She's the one we call, TRUST. Yes, she's hard to come by these days. I hold nothing back, and I don't let anything go. I hardly talk about myself, but I'm always willing to help everyone else with their own problems, while holding mine down flat to the floor. That's just who I am. |
Sitting and watching the world go by, wondering...
The endless trail, on which I walk, hoping for a...
Taking flight and flying free,
Just how I always wanted to be...
The secret writer, was destined to be found...
So a reward was set, to find the real one, said to...
I'm struggling,
To fight it...
Watching my self,
Inside my mirror...
Those words,
So easily spoken back then...
Staring through the looking glass,
peering at the other side...
Needs and wants,
are not the same...
Is this right,
To run away...
The sweet scent, i breathe in, hovers above your...
I gaze up into your eyes, and peers into your...
Half naughty, half nice, but you pay, the full price... |
What does it matter what everyone else thinks on your poetry or you work? Maybe it's jumbled, or maybe it's just not what others like. So what? We all have a right to write, and guess what? Its poetry, the mishaps, and jumbles and all. Write On~ |