It used to be Gel princess shoes Pigtails Plaits And pj dresses.

It is now Gel for hair Plaits And if you wear a dress you’re standing out.

It used to be Giggles Princesses The color pink And cupcakes.

It is now Silence due to phones Celebrities Any other color And salad.

Why can’t we go back to the way things used to be

But then again I can’t say that Because

I used to Wear makeup only on mondays Wear the clothes I wanted to Be who I was, energized.

Now I Wear makeup almost daily I wear jeans and fitted shirts And I act calm when I want to be me.

I don’t understand I’m kind I’m empathetic I’m compassionate I’m here. I’m present.

Then why do my friendships always Fall Apart?

I have one true friend But she lives somewhere else But you You were supposed to be solid You and I always communicated Our differences So What Did I Do

Please. Don’t leave me.

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry They already look at me weird Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry I know she doesn’t like me Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Grow up, be cool. Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because what they think of me does matter.

Don’t. Cry.

Victory would taste like nothing. Maybe a bit of bitterness and blood But nothing.

Because victories are nothing.

He looks like a song That is calming and melodic A song that breathes gently And holds you tight.

He smiles like the sun. Shining so so brightly Even if it’s cliche it’s true. It’s beautiful too.

His eyes are magnificent. They pull me in like low tide And shine like every star in the sky. I want to stare into them forever.

His kindness is contagious. It radiates off his skin. I would take his hand If I fell like I had no one left.

You don’t even like me. But that’s ok. I can love you enough for the both of us.

Brain: I should probably write down my lyrics. Maybe post them.

Well Here we go. —- It’s messy.

V1: I watch your eyes follow her down the hall Even though you know she doesn’t like You at all.

I look at you as you pass me in the hall Knowing you don’t look at me like you look at her at all

pc: People say: if you can’t love yourself you can’t love anyone else And it hurts like hell Knowing I’m not the one

C: Cause I can’t love me to love you For all the work is out in to it Would be lost Since you’ll Never look at me the way you look at her And I’m gone.

(Still working on it)

Dates I’d love:

An art museum, Because I can see the effort put into This wonderful piece And be sent to the past When that was made.

A cafe, For people watching Chatting Simple conversation And warmth.

I really don’t like Christmas And people are shocked Every time it’s said

But Christmas just It’s just full of dread.

Having to switch houses On Christmas morn, Knowing the magic of Christmas Disappeared and it’s gone.

I don’t like Christmas Are you going to kill me now? I love the fact that it’s His birthday But I don’t like the love The spirit. Seeing The families together

It hurts.

I Don’t Like Christmas.

Come after me if you will But please take away this dread

And today, today felt different. I felt more open and relaxed. Like I didn’t have to hide anymore. My hair was growing out and I felt like myself. I participated a lot more in my classes and my teachers noticed. At lunch Caden came to my class and picked me up. What an angel. When he walked in I didn’t see him and he wrapped his arms around me. I jumped. “Hey, love.” He whispers. “Oh hi! What’re you doing here?” “I thought I’d pick you up for lunch…is that ok?” I turn around with a grin. “More than okay. Where are we going?”

“How about…we grab some subway and go to Barnes and Nobel?”

I stand up excitedly. “Yes! Then we have to go now!”

I watch as he grins, the smile I love so much. “Ok. Let’s go then.” He takes my hand and we leave the building to his car.

About ten min. Later we’ve got subway in the car five minutes out from B&N. “So how was school so far today love?”

“Decent. I had a pop quiz. I don’t think I failed it.”

“That’s something” I take another big bite of my sandwich. Gods I would marry subway.

“What about you?”

“Actually really good. I haven’t liek felt like running away from a class yet so!!”

We laugh and he pulls into b&n.

Suitcases I used to be excited when the suitcases Were brought out. It meant a new experience.

I didn’t ask for this new of one.

I used to be excited for Christmas When the stockings were hung It meant Santa would come.

I didn’t ask Santa for my life to change.

I used to complain about how packed the house was With all my siblings and my dad It meant I’d have to yell a lot for things

I didn’t mean I want that to change

I used to want a lot of things Or get excited over certain ones But now I just wanna be young With my mom happy And maybe not my dad being apart of it.