Music Makes You Lose Control by osruigrl4evr, literature
Literature
Music Makes You Lose Control
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
Music Makes You Lose Control by osruigrl4evr, literature
Literature
Music Makes You Lose Control
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
You said it was over,
You said it was done
But the things you do say differently.
I want you here,
And I want you to stay but not if you're like this.
You need to change
You need to care
We need to talk.
And you need to man up.
I know I'm imperfect but so are you.
I make mistakes but not as bad as you.
I need you here
And I need your help.
Please say you'll stay and maybe we can work this out
I feel so uncomfortable within my skin
as my clothes no longer disguise me
nor do they provide me the same
security they once did.
Ive been beaten down and turned around
from a place I hated but mutually loved.
They took me down, fucked me around
and made my mind spin around.
Betrayed and misunderstood with
perceptions and assumptions supporting the lies,
my behaviour took them by surprise
but all at the same time, opened their eyes.
Stupified by fucking lies
they ended everything in which I had become.
Acid Blots and Tater Tots by inspirational-dreams, literature
Literature
Acid Blots and Tater Tots
Acid blots and tater tots
heavenly blitzed like a potato chip.
A mind so young
infected and stripped.
Crank and smack
has left me ripped.
8balls and 0-mega hits,
my mind is now trigger fixed
Who am I?
I don't even know anymore.
At one point, I thought I did,
But I must have been misled,
Because I don't know this girl,
This girl staring back at me,
From the other side of the mirror;
With all the hidden tearstains,
And deep cuts.
I don't know this girl;
This girl with rivers of mascara,
Tainting her perfect skin,
ANd blotches of red,
Covering that beautiful face.
At one point, I thought I knew myself,
But now I'm not so sure,
Because I don't know this soul,
So lost, so troubled.
This soul staring back at me,
From all the people,
Telling me I'm fat,
I'm ugly,
I'm not worth it.
And I don't know this soul,
This
I'm the kinda of girl you see
Watching the football games without
Colors.
I'm the girl
Who doesn't know that
They're going out...again.
I'm the girl you see who
Doesn't care that she's
Not invited to the exclusive
Sleepovers.
I'm the girl who's laid back
And relaxed while secretly
Hoping to be accepted.
I'm the girl who
Pretends not to care while
She's being torn apart
On the inside.
I'm the girl who
Needs someone to make her
Laugh when all she wants to
Do is cry.
I'm the girl who
Needs to be accepted
Even though she can't be
Because she's different.
I'm the girl who's different.
I'm no model,
I'm no cow,
I'm no
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