Victim I try to stop pretending, It's weird, how, Silence is so unusual, I try to be honest, To tell them how I feel, But the words don't flow as easily, As they do in my head, I try to explain, That I don't like it when they shout, The jokey tease, The drama queen, She cries, But to everyone else, It seems, She's a show off, There's no meaning to her words, She craves popularity, Rarity, Really, they don't know, They know nothing, Nothing of the pain, Or the stress, The screams of distress, The rhymes by luck but not by pretence, The word victim, Has a negative connotation, It makes it seem like you don't try, To stand up for yourself, You do, but the seat is much more comfortable, A sofa, to share with people, Or a stance, all alone. Oh, bullying. Silent yet bold, No one understands, As much as they're told.

You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too. ~ Bob Marley

The Moon The moon, A pale, luminescent off-white, Floating, a milky-cream bubble, Fragile, too close to be unknown, Yet, too far, to be favourite, It's buttery grin, Cheesy, Ironic, from what the storybooks say, The moon. If only it were easier to say.

Okay It feels like walking on a crime scene, or standing on the edge of a pier. Beckoning to the world to hurry up, to get it over with. It feels like shedding your skin, it feels right. For a moment, just a second, you feel okay.