Why can't people just be happy. There's people out there that are starving and your complaining cause your nail broke. Boo-hoo go and get them redone with your daddy's money. Just because you couldn't get that new pair of sparkly shoes or that beach house near the Atlantic doesn't mean your going to die. Get your big boy pants on realize that somebody has it a lot worse then you do. There's people out there there child more of just got shot. And your crying cause you lost one of your pink socks. Get over yourself and be happy because somebody has it a lot worse then you do.
Somewhere along the way you imagined a girl who had something that you did not, and since then, you've used every collected flaw that has ever been deemed repulsive to form her like a clay sculpture into the ideal model of perfection. With every criticism, this figure has been torn apart and mercilessly mutilated only to be reassembled into what is left of your broken idea of beauty. Somewhere along the way you lost hold of the potential beauty instilled in every living creature at the moment of conception, allowing the truth to be carelessly drowned like a message written inside of a bottle and tossed out into the abyss of scrutiny and false credentials. Your rights to think and act like a beautiful individual have been robbed from your very self, and thus, replaced with countless amounts of diet pills and expensive eyeliner. And so you find yourself here once again, surrounded by every part of you that you've been taught to hate, calling from the depths of your true self - begging, pleading to be someone or something else because who could possibly love the you that you've so desperately been hiding? So you reach the point where you need to confront the you that loves you, but you can't find her. She is standing, conflicted, in front of the ice cold barrier that is the mirror; the mirror that refuses to let her see the small acts of selflessness that float like fallen petals from the very depths of her blooming heart. It which fails to let her see the way her eyes sparkle with glittery fascination when she talks about her the things she loves. It it does not allow her a glimpse at the warmth that floods the hearts of those whose lives she has painted with her colorful psyche. The mirror does not reflect her. It hides her. It conceals her from her soul. Her beautiful soul. It denies her the right to love the miracle of her very existence. And who do we have to blame?
Cheaters. Ugh. I hate cheaters They steal what doesn't belong to them They enjoy knowing they hurt people even though they're having fun doing it They. Don't. Care.
No matter what you say or do, Just so they don't cheat, But they do it anyways!
I always see these girls get hurt Sometimes guys, too I feel like when they're hurt it becomes this scene out of a movie Even when you think someone cheated on you You get a pint of Ben and Jerry's, Maybe some alcohol, And you enjoy Because you hate that son of gun But there is nothing to do but indulge
But I have one thing for those who were cheated on That person who hurt you, That took some of your innocence away from, That stole what doesn't belong to them and never will belong to them, Don't let them hurt you. They SUCK. And you, You can turn this around Take as a lesson Or you could emotionally kill yourself over it Doest matter As long as you show that jerkoff What they did to you Because NO ONE deserves to be hurt they way you were hurt.
*smack* Your palm against the wall *thump* My ribs meet my heart *crash* Your mom’s vase on the floor *shhh* I don’t want anymore *thud* Your fist on the counter *slap* My hand on your cheek *stomp* Your feet in the hallway *slam* The front door *shhh* I can’t hear anymore Hush I don’t want anymore
Over 7,234,585,000 people in the world. Someone has it worse, so what becomes of that someone? Can they finally experience pain, sadness, depression? Are they finally capable to feel their feelings in all of their actuality? And forbid they feel any happiness or and glimmer of hope, because someone has it better than them. Someone has it better than all of us, so until we are that someone, is happiness or any positive thought unattainable? Rumor is, you know how how I should feel. You know how we all should feel. All 7,234,585,000+ of us. So tell me where I stand. I am not the best. I am not the worst. By the standards set, it would be impossible to both, so what does that leave? Nothing? Am I nothing? Other than these two people, is that all we are? Nothing? All of us? Incapable of feeling anything but numb? I thought that the Declaration of Independence said, "all men are created equal", meaning that a best and a worst would cease to exist all together, granting all individuals to the right to their own thoughts and feelings and desires and dreams, but what do I know. I don't even know how to feel for myself. But I do know God wouldn't have brought me into the world without anything i shouldn't have, feelings included. So when I'm happy, I'll feel happy. When I'm sad I'll feel sad. And I'll love every second of it. My emotions are a gift and I wouldn't deny myself or any other person the ability to feel. "Don't judge a book by its cover". judgmental opinions aren't appreciated, and in fact their false because it is impossible to go inside the life of another Person and see how things effect them mentally. But I'm not here to change your mind, I'm simply here to inform you that sometimes I'm sad, sometimes I'm happy, you can't tell me I'm wrong, and I'll never be sorry.
Today's high school population Focus of who's the jocks an popular And then there's us who are not It's just another stupid game Like high school sports If you're not a football player Basketball player or Baseball player you're nothing Just another person taking up space Like a golf player who makes 1st in his division Is nothing to a football player getting sacked in a game A swimmer or gymnast setting a PIAA record Is nothing to a basketball player hitting 20+ points a game Then if your a softball player who throws a perfect game Is nothing to a baseball player hitting a 90mph fastball So what are we nothing more than space Do we matter at all We are the behind scene heroes That take the blows and hits to prove our sports are worth the attention
Why can't people just be happy. There's people out there that are starving and your complaining cause your nail broke. Boo-hoo go and get them redone with your daddy's money. Just because you couldn't get that new pair of sparkly shoes or that beach house near the Atlantic doesn't mean your going to die. Get your big boy pants on realize that somebody has it a lot worse then you do. There's people out there there child more of just got shot. And your crying cause you lost one of your pink socks. Get over yourself and be happy because somebody has it a lot worse then you do.
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ReplyDeleteSomewhere along the way you imagined a girl who had something that you did not, and since then, you've used every collected flaw that has ever been deemed repulsive to form her like a clay sculpture into the ideal model of perfection. With every criticism, this figure has been torn apart and mercilessly mutilated only to be reassembled into what is left of your broken idea of beauty. Somewhere along the way you lost hold of the potential beauty instilled in every living creature at the moment of conception, allowing the truth to be carelessly drowned like a message written inside of a bottle and tossed out into the abyss of scrutiny and false credentials. Your rights to think and act like a beautiful individual have been robbed from your very self, and thus, replaced with countless amounts of diet pills and expensive eyeliner. And so you find yourself here once again, surrounded by every part of you that you've been taught to hate, calling from the depths of your true self - begging, pleading to be someone or something else because who could possibly love the you that you've so desperately been hiding? So you reach the point where you need to confront the you that loves you, but you can't find her. She is standing, conflicted, in front of the ice cold barrier that is the mirror; the mirror that refuses to let her see the small acts of selflessness that float like fallen petals from the very depths of her blooming heart. It which fails to let her see the way her eyes sparkle with glittery fascination when she talks about her the things she loves. It it does not allow her a glimpse at the warmth that floods the hearts of those whose lives she has painted with her colorful psyche. The mirror does not reflect her. It hides her. It conceals her from her soul. Her beautiful soul. It denies her the right to love the miracle of her very existence. And who do we have to blame?
ReplyDeleteMary,
DeleteThis is beautiful.
Cheaters.
ReplyDeleteUgh. I hate cheaters
They steal what doesn't belong to them
They enjoy knowing they hurt people even though they're having fun doing it
They. Don't. Care.
No matter what you say or do,
Just so they don't cheat,
But they do it anyways!
I always see these girls get hurt
Sometimes guys, too
I feel like when they're hurt it becomes this scene out of a movie
Even when you think someone cheated on you
You get a pint of Ben and Jerry's,
Maybe some alcohol,
And you enjoy
Because you hate that son of gun
But there is nothing to do but indulge
But I have one thing for those who were cheated on
That person who hurt you,
That took some of your innocence away from,
That stole what doesn't belong to them and never will belong to them,
Don't let them hurt you.
They SUCK.
And you,
You can turn this around
Take as a lesson
Or you could emotionally kill yourself over it
Doest matter
As long as you show that jerkoff
What they did to you
Because NO ONE deserves to be hurt they way you were hurt.
*smack*
ReplyDeleteYour palm against the wall
*thump*
My ribs meet my heart
*crash*
Your mom’s vase on the floor
*shhh*
I don’t want anymore
*thud*
Your fist on the counter
*slap*
My hand on your cheek
*stomp*
Your feet in the hallway
*slam*
The front door
*shhh*
I can’t hear anymore
Hush
I don’t want anymore
OMG! I love this.
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ReplyDeleteOver 7,234,585,000 people in the world. Someone has it worse, so what becomes of that someone? Can they finally experience pain, sadness, depression? Are they finally capable to feel their feelings in all of their actuality? And forbid they feel any happiness or and glimmer of hope, because someone has it better than them. Someone has it better than all of us, so until we are that someone, is happiness or any positive thought unattainable? Rumor is, you know how how I should feel. You know how we all should feel. All 7,234,585,000+ of us. So tell me where I stand. I am not the best. I am not the worst. By the standards set, it would be impossible to both, so what does that leave? Nothing? Am I nothing? Other than these two people, is that all we are? Nothing? All of us? Incapable of feeling anything but numb? I thought that the Declaration of Independence said, "all men are created equal", meaning that a best and a worst would cease to exist all together, granting all individuals to the right to their own thoughts and feelings and desires and dreams, but what do I know. I don't even know how to feel for myself. But I do know God wouldn't have brought me into the world without anything i shouldn't have, feelings included. So when I'm happy, I'll feel happy. When I'm sad I'll feel sad. And I'll love every second of it. My emotions are a gift and I wouldn't deny myself or any other person the ability to feel. "Don't judge a book by its cover". judgmental opinions aren't appreciated, and in fact their false because it is impossible to go inside the life of another Person and see how things effect them mentally. But I'm not here to change your mind, I'm simply here to inform you that sometimes I'm sad, sometimes I'm happy, you can't tell me I'm wrong, and I'll never be sorry.
ReplyDeleteMy mother's favorite saying when we were filled with doubt, "You're as good as any and better than most."
DeleteToday's high school population
ReplyDeleteFocus of who's the jocks an popular
And then there's us who are not
It's just another stupid game
Like high school sports
If you're not a football player
Basketball player or
Baseball player you're nothing
Just another person taking up space
Like a golf player who makes 1st in his division
Is nothing to a football player getting sacked in a game
A swimmer or gymnast setting a PIAA record
Is nothing to a basketball player hitting 20+ points a game
Then if your a softball player who throws a perfect game
Is nothing to a baseball player hitting a 90mph fastball
So what are we nothing more than space
Do we matter at all
We are the behind scene heroes
That take the blows and hits to prove our sports are worth the attention