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Play away the trouble Dance away the pain- But listen to the words And it all comes back again A connection or a spark of some sort- emotion blasting through the speakers. Relaxing Daydreaming- Lyrics pounding Fists in my face Play away the trouble Dance away the pain- But listen to the words And it all comes back again About him or her or us or me... but they're famous- they don't know. So why do they write it? For people like me? For fortunate people so they can feel even better? Play away the trouble Dance away the pain- But listen to the words And it all comes back again I lose control- I never know- Past c

I don't want to cry- That doesn't do much, now does it? I hate pretending- That's for little girls... Why do I feel like I should say I'm happy, Even when that's so far from the truth? I feel so misunderstood- But there's so many out there feeling what I am- A happy smile, Painted lips, Made-up eyes- Some sort of facade she doesn't want to end- But how nice it would be to let her hair down once in a while And not give a shit what others think- How nice it would be for her to be able to tell them all- How nice it would be for them to actually care- But she can't But she won't And she will continue to live with a mask covering

My heart's pounding now. Don't know what I'm gonna do. How can somebody say they'll help me? How can I spill to a complete stranger? Why should I believe anyone cares about me? Why should I believe it's not just that it's sad if somebody you know dies? Who can come up with a real list of what they'll miss? But I'm not getting help- It won't do me any good- How can it? No. I'm not getting help. I'll just wait this out- Maybe it will get better. But I'm a big girl.

Almost two years now, I've been waiting for A turnaround; A chance. Almost two years now, I've been wishing for The almost Impossible. Is it so wrong To want to Make things So right? Is it so wrong for you to hear My voice, And come towards it? Is it so wrong for me to want; to wish; to wait for something so out of my reach; to hope that one day I'll get a chance- a chance I think I deserve; hoping that the one thing that slows my heart some days, speeds it up other days, and messes with my head while I slowly but surely fade away into the fog will see things they way I do- see me the way I wish him to? Cl

I thought I was getting better, but I was so far off it scares me. It seems that now everything is worse and I just hide it a lot better than I used to. Every word hurts more than before, every laugh, every truth. (Whether I ask for it or not) But what hurts the most is the truth. Every truth is the same, but it leaves a new scar every time I hear it. With some people, I'm used to it. With others, hearing what my friends (my GOOD friends!) have to really say, probably would hurt the most if it wasn't for him. Sure, it's a close race, but my friends... well it's just not the same coming from the one person I w

A girl is sitting on top of the barrier, looking down into the endless hole that is the sky. The bright, jubilant blue is softly accented by the shy and nearly-transparent white clouds. She sighs and closes her eyes, imagining herself floating on that big blue and white beauty, and possibly even floating all the way down onto the Earth. Oh how she wished she could escape from everyone and everything she had grown to know here. Everything was so proper and so planned, there was no room for the creativity she had to offer. Sometimes she wished she could just jump- but even she knew the dangers of that. But as little chance she had of surviving,

It was all I could do to turn my head away. It was all I could do to retort, and pretend to mean it. It was all I could do not to run up and scream "I love you!" and kiss you. It was all I could do not to tell you everything. It was all I could do to just sit here and watch you slip further out of my grasp. It was all I could do not to run in front of a moving car so as not to live without you. It was all I could do not to try and explain how much you mean to me and how much you've hurt me. It's all I can do not to try even more, because I know it's just making it worse. The least you could do is be nice. The least you could do is ca

A big splash, And I'm enveloped In the bright blue Rush. Hands tugging, Head pulled down, Feet kicking like motors, Holding my breath until my lungs burst. Determination is key, Perspiration is a given, Recklessness is helpful, Confidence is neglected. As I'm twisting and twirling Through this great madness, A wall comes ahead, And I'm turned and going the other direction. Flipping and pulling And pushing myself as Fast and hard As I can. Another wall, The big finish, Slam my hands onto the rubber, The deed is done. Only then will I Pull my head out, Take off my goggles, And look around. I glance nervously At th

You see everything On the outside, And assume you know What my story is. It's almost funny In a sick and Uncomical way, That you're so far off. So just because I don't want you get The wrong idea, I'll tell you. I don't just like him, I want to be in a world Where he wants me as much As I want him. Yes, I think That I'm ugly, And I know you do, Too. That's why you Never say I'm pretty- You just say how Ugly you are- which you aren't. I'm entirely insecure All the time, And I don't fake Sadness for attention- it's entirely real. I envy you all the time, And sometimes even think How unfair it is that you Have all