

The Girl I BecameThe girl I became can't write a lyric. She's afraid of stares, afraid of being judged. She focuses more on fitting in then on what makes her happy. The clothes she puts on and the mask she wears is what she hides behind. She smiles and laughs makes everyone it's genuine.The Girl I Became
The girl that I became can't sing a note. The cookie cutter pop that comes from her speakers is not real music. The same emotionless songs about wanting to "lala" on the kitchen floor is so different from the music that made her so differen


HopingI feel lost at times I'm going through a maze and I can't find where I am. I have a map that I can't read. A guideHoping
that I can't understand. The only thing
that I do understand is my beating heart. But at times I listen and follow
where my heart leads me. Every time so far, it has lead me to pain. And now I'm ignoring my past forgetting the hurt and hoping this is right. A map and guide can't help me, So can my heart? I've been so afraid to be so committed, in case I get tossed aside by someone who never


Going Insane _finished_My head is spinning in circles and I'm lost and can't be found. I'm losing grip of my reality. I'm losing control of my life Nothing seems to turn out right. I don't know what going on with me.Going Insane _finished_
The wind is twirling around me And I think I'm going crazy. The world is spinning out of my control. I think there's someone laughing And I know there's someone screaming It makes me wonder if it is my soul. Nothings the same As you go insane.
My pain just starts pouring down in little black raindrops pounding down on my head. Drilling in


I am ContradictionI am a writer with blank pages; a singer who is mute. I am a dancer with no legs; a politician without proof.I am Contradiction
I am the little sister who no longer looks up; a child with an equal mind. I am the mother without a child; a woman's words that are no so kind.
I am the genuine smile perfectly rehearsed; a kindly witch whom she herself has cursed. I am the tiniest of lies when the truth doesn't care; an echoing of lingering goodbyes when no one is there.
I am a clock with no hands; a picture with no frame. I am a blind man with The Sight; t
| I'm a college student and first started writing in the 6th grade, although they were terrible then. I live with my parents until i can move onto campus. I have an amazing boyfriend, the very talented artrias. I'm learning to play the guitar, am a mediocre piano player, and like to sing. |
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A life without music, Is a life not worth living.
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You may ask who I am
but you may never know
You may wonder my causes
but they will remain unknown
You may wonder ask and never know
Because, my love, even I don't know
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