But... I am oblivious to everything. I was told I was mature for my age, I was told that I have potential, But... Really? I am too young for everything. I was told that my age is now eligible, I was told that I am ready for this, But... Are you sure? I don't know everything. I was told it is better this way, I was told you still have time, But... Do I really? I am lied to about everything. I was told to trust, I was told to respect, But... Should I? Are you even worth it?

Three Weeks It's been three weeks since I saw you last. In some people's minds that is too much But I think you were just giving me a break From what I was afraid I had too little of. You reassured me, when I was sure of everything You caught me when I was standing still You loved me when I was filled of hatred And you saved me when I felt I was past the point of salvation.

Perspective I love her I love her toe nails that are always a beautiful shade of green, like a forest in the spring. I love her long legs that go on for miles on end. I love her curves, defined by the most talented sculptor on the planet I love her birth mark placed on her collar bone, she claims has the shape of a flower... I love her chin that turns out just the slightest bit, like the man in the moon. I love her brown eyes, that shine like the stars. And I love her curly blond hair, like sand whipped in the wind I love her. I hate her. I hate that terrible shade of green on her toe nails that looks like vomit. I hate her lanky pale legs that made her taller than me. I hate her curves that make her look like a mountain range. I hate her birth mark that just looks like a blob even though she won't shut up about it being a flower. I hate her chin that bulges out of her head and makes her look like a man. I hate her eyes that stare blankly at me without color or warmth. I hate her limp hair, it's always a frizzy mess. I hate her.