Failing to figure it all out.
Losing friends like they're going out of fashion,
Not knowing who they are,
The true ones.
Longing for answers,
I hear the truth as the sweetest melody.
So rare.
So unique in it's absolute existance.
So difficult to share.
Feelings precious,
Uncared for.
Beautiful in it's own glass covered guard.
Shattered with the smallest things.
& I search, alone,
For all the pieces.
Never felt the glory in relying on others.
Love.
What?
I wouldn't know,
I'm fifteen.
So, who's going to tell me?
I know God's love.
I know Family love.
I know Best Friend love.
That's all.
I think the others are bull.
My heart is sore, now.
A tear?
No.
Display of weakness is lame.
That's what I tell myself.
It's Friday now.
Thursday ran away.
I blame Thursday for yesterday's mistakes.
Run away.
Why would I blame myself?
Time is a bitch.
Or is it me?
So I go,
I question my ways, thoughts, actions, values, life.
& I disappoint myself.
I try to stop thinking.
There's too much time for me to think.
So I try not to.
I switch on the T.V.
I'm looking at nothing.
I can see what's on the screen,
But there's a difference.
I don't listen to what people say.
I choose to hear their lesson's learnt.
Why should I believe them?
Ignorance is bliss.
Stuck in my own bubble of arrogance.
"I can do it on my own.
Fuck you if you think I can't."
Thoughts sprint through my mind.
Change subjects faster than light.
Exagerations are annoying.
Irritated.
The beauty of pure rebellion is the feeling of conquer.
I will conquer everything I touch.
Boys are chilled.
They're bitches too.
Gossip is a hobby.
LOL
Boys are girls now.
Girls are the same.
Emotions ae stupid.
Happiness is cool.
Peace is all I wish for.
Love is a mission.
Crush.
He's a confusion.
A fun one.
Put a paper bag over his head & make a hole for his mouth.
His words are gold.
I think he's silly but knowledgable.
An adventure.
Cool factor.
I forgot my shapes.
I don't do hearts.
Stupid.
Failing to figure it out.
K
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