In the Eye of the Storm
I will live...
Is it the color of my eyes.
Is it the color of my skin...
Inside her blooms a sadness
hidden within her conscience...
By the train tracks and I am free
Free to die here today...
This, our impure youth,
Lacking in benevolence...
I just called to say Thank You. Thank you for all...
I TRULY APPRECIATE the hurt I feel every time I...
Why...
Am I so nice to people who treat me like dirt...
It's a secret that i have forever kept
that everynight caused me to cut...
Today while thinking—stumbling
Outside the box—I found myself...
Sometimes i dont want to be different
Kids fight for individuality but i never had that...
Why do I hate thee?
I hate thee because you are different from me...
Society can be SO mean
society can be SO rough...