Safety of a Young Woman I have thought it hard to be a woman before, but never once found out how hard it truly is to be one. Until now.
Things I knew I would never grow out of, I didn't. But they did begin to change in ways unbeknownst to me.
Wearing boy's clothes becomes a comfort.
Seeing your figure forms a smile.
Seeing the woman now compared to the girl then.
It all seems great until....
Responsibilities hit you upside the face with your eyes stinging with tears from the impact of things untold to you before.
Knowing boys that try to make sly comments.
Wanting things you know not to give.
No pictures will ever be taken or for that matter sent to some dumbfounded idiot to ignorant to see I'm not that kind of woman!
Another man admiring the head upon my shoulders,
Stop being pushy don't you know!?!
I am saying NO!!!
Get the message Lame-Oh!
I have a cat more caring then all of you!
I am not putting up with this nor will I ever!
I can't help think of all the others like me...
Admitting Is BelieveingLife is so hard to you, that you forget to admit the things that ring true!
Hard to admit that you are unique,
Hard to admit you can make it past the point of breaking,
Hard to admit that you could do something worthwhile.
Why is it so hard to admit these things that you know are true?
Your scared of the truth.
No matter how fantastic it may sound bounding around in your ears,
You recoil from it.
Please admit it now.
It's okay to be who you are,
Admit it please,
The truth never made you fall so hard.
See, now you've admitted one thing,
There ARE others who will stand by you in times of need.
Now keep admitting!
There are greater things than neglecting whats inside of you.
Sometimes when you take a chance to believe, instead of disbelief,
The world becomes a much more brighter place!
Admitting is believing.
Whether you agree or not, just give it a try.
Because it is worth seeing!
Friendly Frayed Thoughts I'm tired of thinking of you when you don't think of me at all.
I know your sick of my drama but your drama makes me feel in ways I wish you would know.
Why am I using my life in a way where it benefits everyone and makes me wait?
Gifts wasted upon ones that were to never appreciate the true thought and value of ones quite observations on one's taste and likes.
Time never well spent when both company realizes that neither one is truly comfterable in the others, however, neither company's are to dare say a word till it's all come down,
and crumbled to but mere unspoken memories.
Memory lane seems to be filled with quite...long lasting murders filled with pain only the mind could try to heal in it's worst moments.
When no one says a word........
and the ignorance to them fills in the worn out images with new bliss, and impeded scars for their everlasting friend.