Soliderity Will I never find love? Will no one ever take me seriously? No one understands. They think I am a joke. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. How can I make them see. See what I see. I want someone to be my everything. I want to be everything to someone. They just look at the cover of my book. Why won't they look closer? I may be unbreakable. But a stone cannot stand by itself. I know that I'm not perfect. But neither is anyone else. That's okay right? I stumble down this broken path while everyone skips for joy. They have people to support them. I have my thoughts. My terrible, heartless, malicious thoughts. I strain to keep from falling under their pressure. Everyday I see how the world moves on without me. No one notices. No one cares. They have fun together, lifting eachother up. While I sit in this dark room. Tearing myself apart. Can anyone help me now? Can I be saved? Will anyone save me? Will they be able to look past my imperfections and see who I really am? A terrified little girl. Stuck in an adult's body. Waiting for someone to help her see the good in the world again. Or will they move on. Not even noticing me? Leaving me in their wake. Will I walk forever alone? Separated from society? How long do I have to wait? It's driving me insane. I won't last much longer. I may just slip away. Into this pool of darkness. My safe haven.

From Child To Adult As I walk this path of #life. As I turn the page to a new chapter I can't help but think how much I have changed. I have grown. I was once an awkward little girl who wore pink and loved the whole world. Now I am a educated young woman who sees reality. Its harshness. And wants to change it. She wants to do the right thing. To bring some light back to this void. How can one person make a difference? Who would even care? That doesn't matter. What matters is that she is acting. She is trying when no one else will. I have made mistakes. I have hurt people. I tell the truth, even if it hurts. The world is a cruel place, unforgiving, and it will crush you. You grow up and realize that this world is rotten to the core. It needs to be saved. I am an adult. But the actions I made as a child are just as important as the ones I make now. Because. Sometimes, to fix an adult problem. You need a perspective of a child.

My Story Laugh all you want. You may have money, nice clothes, lots of followers, and a huge house. You think that you have it all. How can I compare? I have none of that. But I don't focus on materialism. You talk about politics, trying to sound like an adult. I don't need to hear your imperialistic interests. You look at me, disgusted, while hanging on your 'boyfriend'. I just roll my eyes. It's quite sad. You need all this attention to feel loved. I just need me. Everyone has a sob story, so do I. But I don't parade it around trying to get pity from my peers. My story may be sad but it has made me who I am. I love me. You love everyone loving you. I'm sorry. But just because you have daddy issues doesn't give you the right to act like your mother was murdered when you were two. Everyone has issues, at least you're not struggling to survive in this world. Aww poor baby, your dad is never around, never praises you, and doesn't love you. Like I care. I've had worse, and no one knows. Try never having a friend to play with in your neighborhood. Your mother is never home because of work and when she is home she is still working and always in a bad mood because of the people she works with. Then your father is gone on the weekends and is constantly working and your family never goes out to do anything. Next, your brother has anger issues and if he is set off he could kill me. Then at school no one plays with you at recess and they always make fun of you because you're smarter than them. For six years your peers laugh and mock you. Then you switch schools and some douche asks you out as a trick. Now all of them are mocking you. THEN the next year you move all the way across the country to a new culture where everyone has a weird southern accent and dresses in ugly camo. The school is so big and I'm too shy to talk to anyone because people have constantly been mean to me. Then I move again the next year to a nice christian school, I swear like a sailor and I hate kids my age. I'm the smartest in my class and everyone is too dumb for me whih is just annoying. So now since I'm about to go to college I have to learb how to be social. So don't come crying to me with your bullshit. This is my story and you had no idea! You never knew, you just thought I was antisocial just to be an asshole. No. I'm sick and tired of your crap. So shut up about your problems, they aren't your first and won't be your last. You find security in everyone else thibking they'll help you. They'll only burn you again. Your story just made you an attention whore. It broke you. Mine made me stronger, I don't rely on people. They aren't responsible. I grew into who I an because of those terrible kids who mocked me, pushed me over, cursed at me, and thought I was worthless. I'm stronger than them, than anyone. Anyone can call me anything they want. I've heard everything under the sun. It doesn't faze me. You stayed and cowered on the ground. I picked myself up and fought back. Fight or flight. Which will you choose? I flew for so long, my wings broke. So I will fight, because it's who I am. And I'm not afraid anymore.

Not Impossible Obsession. Passion. All consuming. Embrace it. Others might not understand. You can hace your own likes and dislikes. Do what makes you happy. Follow your heart. Follow your dreams. Nothing is impossible.

Thank You Opusser's I may not be the most romantic, but there's something I need to say. This is not directed to one single person, but to a group of amazing and encouraging people. All of you, my followers. You like, repost, and comment on my #poems and blogs. Leaving nice words for me to read when I wake up. I love you all, you guys are amazing poets and writers. You each have a unique style and those of you who can rhyme, you are particularly special. HOW DO YOU DO IT seriously, did a gypsy cast a curse on you? Did you sell your soul? I need to know. Back on topic, in the spirit of love and all that other crap, whatever you kids call it today. Thank you for your support and have a wonderful and happy Valentine's Day.