Obscure Do you think it's possible to be caged in by potential? By people hoping and waiting for you to become a diamond? You breeze along with your eyes closed, floating on the wind, for years. And then suddenly they pick you up and you smile sleepily, stretch, and go back to sleep as you're put under a cutter. You were always told you could be a diamond. They're good gems...right? Months later you've become a curled up figure, expression coated in a worried frown, eyes scrunched up in pain. Diamonds are pretty! They make people happy! But...they don't get to be happy, right? They can see what people say but goddamnit, they -liked- just being rocks. You're panicking. Scared. Surrounded by people waiting for the glorious twinkle of perfection they know you can attain. 'But...it's my twinkle..!' you think, eyes snapping open. "I won't change for you!!" you scream; dropping to your knees as all the same, you know you probably will. You don't really want to be a diamond. You have the fire of a ruby, the intensity of emeralds, bursts of emotion like amethyst bright, the innocence of moonstone who cannot decide. The apathy of pearl, forever dreaming, the ignorance of amber. The wisdom of sapphires, set in cunning of silver and gold. You stare at this cold clear gem. Suddenly, you realise you don't really want to be a diamond. "If you use up all the potential, then there'll be no potential left!" - a dear friend.

Rage Carefully tailored words, woven through with care, strung with golden hope because it's all to lose out there, Despite your chiding head, you listen to your heart, and only when it's over do you know this wasn't smart. A splattering of rage, stoked with sheer desire, hungry and wanting to burn begins it's work on your funeral pyre, Cold as steel and sharp, stuck in the back of your mind, and you know you overshot this as you yell one final time, Hope had laced your words, defeat dragged on so far, crushed and slowly sprinkled on the pain within your heart, Sizzling there like poison, a batch of rusty nails, stinging on and whispering, go on, you will prevail, So once again you tried, blinded by the wind, of things that rush around your head, you tried and sought to win, For if you had this victory, then everything's okay, but now you're left with nothing but the dull burn of dismay.

Run Outside of the rain and flame we run, Harrowed by the heat we're bound to rue, Cut and never noticed as we flee, From smoke and ash and flame to golden sun. Gasping up for air from daunting salt, Cussing in a panic, you know it's all your fault, Trying yet again to see the reef, Despite the lack of air, the shallow grief. Suddenly you know you're growing old, When you wake up and can't seem to feel your toes, When you see the beauty in the dawn, The day will fade and everything goes cold.

You Know (they don't own you.) (they never can) (remember that <3 ) Just smile! Someone •.•~*~/LoveS~*~•.• ->you

Butwhy It makes no sense. Skinny jeans. Bleach blonde hair. A piercing here and there. Fake tattoos, not long they're real. Chosen clothes for look or feel. You try so hard just to fit it. All just to be one more twin. Will you ever really win? Thrown in now amongst a crowd, no more self secure- if you're still scared now tell me please, just where was the allure? What's wrong with standing out? Didn't you like when you could shout? Tell me please why walk away... From the freedom that you yearn...