Inside

you can change what you do

and you can change what you wear

but you can't change who you are inside

it's who you are

it's your life

it's your pride

it's everything you worked for

your whole entire life

nobody can change that

not even you

nobody can change

what you've been through

your memories

are too far deep

to touch and change

or even see

what makes you who you are

is just a little too far

beyond the minds

of the greatest kind

einstein and newton

they've all been through it

discovering things

but that don't mean

anyone'll see

what makes life tick

what's God's trick

to making each of us

unique

or why we are

who we are

or why we've all

come this far

or if we can ever

be a little different

and still be who we are

inside

HT  (^-_-^)~

Sharp Words

they call it sharp words

when you snap at somebody.

but those are not sharp at all.

sharp words are the words you hear

every day.

the cussing,

the names,

everything.

because sharp words like that

can cut your heart in two.

right and wrong,

fight back or run away,

live or die?

they slice you down the middle,

and you’re not even yourself anymore,

because half of you is missing.

they don’t know how bad it hurts.

they don’t think that a word can hurt.

they don’t think it will make a difference

in the life of a person

who takes it everyday.

but it does.

every word another dagger

deep into your soul.

how many more

will it take

to push you over the edge?

what little threads of hope keep you

clinging

clinging with everything you have

to the things that you’ve always known?

and why do people laugh?

would they laugh if someone

plunged a sword

into your heart?

do they realize that that’s what they’re doing

when they laugh?

do they even know how bad it hurts?

those sharp words

that can ruin a life

and a million more with it.

those sharp words

that slither like a sly snake

and make everyone think

they don’t hurt

when they do.

those sharp words.

where do they end?

HT  (^-_-^)~

Normal

silence in the shadows, she waits
for a day when she will be normal
a day always coming, never here
like tomorrow
so close
but she will never feel normal
because normal will never feel her.
she's too good for normal.
normal just can't step up to her level.
normal waits longing to claim her
to maim her
with it's unoriginal pain
but she's too good for normal.
she's waiting for something that'll never come
because she's too good for it.
what makes her who she is
are the things she thinks
make her abnormal.
but she'd never be the same
if she were normal.
she wouldn't be that girl
that we've all come to love.
she'd be normal.
but is that really what she wants?
to leave behind a life of color,
ups and downs
for a life between the lines,
black and white,
nothing more, nothing less
than average?
she's too good for normal.
and normal just ain't the same.


HT  (^-_-^)~