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Count To Ten
This is the part,
when the curtains close.
Whe all has been thrown,
down to the final rose.
The act isn't over,
can't even begin.
She walks home,
never cracking a grin.
Liar! Voice calls,
theif in a park.
You act all the time,
your outlooks all dark.
You laugh when hurt,
and bounce when sad,
your quiet when thinking,
and loud when mad.
Feelings never show,
they may not like you then,
you just cry inside,
and count slowly to ten.
Rebellion
You barge in, in the worst of times,
Filled with fire turning will to steel,
Did you create
the bad times?
Are you the bait, the hook, or reel?
You are in the heart of all,
whether its open or has been hid,
Are you my rise? Are you my
fall?
I look at all of the afflicted.
I see those that were taken,
too far into your depths,
their lives are torn and shaken,
anger
snatching their last breath.
But why can't I see you,
The avenger in the dark?
wreathed in flame, wrapped in glory,
Your
victorys, both joyous and stark.
Why do you plague some much more harshly,
those can't controll how they act whene they feel,
the red hot
life breathed into mice,
to make them win, fight, die, or steal
Give Up
I won't and will not.
Give into the dream,
everyone else sought.
Don't want to be normal,
don't want to blend in.
I'm fine how I am,
mind, emotion, and skin.
I want to dress weird,
and be my own me,
I would have thought you,
would be the first to see.
I can see it won't happen,
I know I'm not wrong,
But I'll hold my head high,
and carry on strong.
Enjoying myself,
is not being a slut,
if you'd just stop with salt,
to rub in each cut.
You'd see I'm just fine,
I don't need to be more,
I'm not giving in to satan,
what are you worrying for?
Just relax and sit back,
I may act a little wild.
I want to talk to my friends,
while I'm still a child.
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So heres some driveling teenage angsty crap for all of you adolescents who think this kind of stuff is so... "deep."
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Proud and True
Walks like a queen,
with her head in the sky.
She's so proud it seems true,
that she could almost fly.
Strutting so cockily,
flipping her hair,
smiling and winking,
without a care?
Who knows what she thinks,
but happy she walks,
her mind may be closed,
even while she talks.
But who really cares,
this calm girl standing here,
on top of the world,
seemingly without fear.
Drowning
Lost in tears
an emty mold
waling mchanically
speaking so cold.
Inside she wilts,
and then breaks down.
She wants to cry,
her feeling drown.
Yet she holds her head high,
she walks without revealing,
that the girl afreaid to lose herself,
lays staring at her ceiling.
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Tears
Tears to make head spin,
and to make you feel better.
Tears to make you happy,
but only make you wetter.
Head starts to pound,
crawling out of skin,
and when its all over,
do you know who will win?
Tear at your hair,
you beg and you scream.
Search for your place,
look for your dream.
It's just out of grasp,
you fall just short.
Tears strangling and blinding,
anger your last resort. Edit Text
Lose Yourself
You want to run,
you want to hide,
you know it won't work,
you've already tried.
Why nto go a little furtyher,
why not lose a little more,
why not find solace,
why not even the score.
Try to see how I do,
try to see my thinking,
try to be the best you can,
try to find why your sinking.
Go to the place you feel so safe,
go and escape it all,
go to get away from questions,
go to stop your fall.
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