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I am, broken,
On the inside where you can't see
With every day, that I live,
I exist so painfully
I am, bitter,
At what this world has done to me
Sometimes I wonder, why it's so hard,
For me to just live happily
I am, frustrated,
At all the things I see
I don't understand, why people don't change,
Why people just don't believe
I am, angry,
At myself for the things I've done
And I know that I'll spend, the rest of my life
Trying to pay back everyone
I am, afraid,
There is so much I don't understand
No matter how hard, that I look,
Sometimes I fail to see the plan
I am, pain,
In mind, body, and soul
That pain has defined, who I am,
And I refuse to let it go
I am, confused,
It's hard to know what to choose
But I know I have to make a choice,
Because there is too much I stand to lose
I am, not the answers,
That inside I know you seek
And though I'm not the answer, at least I know,
That I'm not part of the disease
I am, compassion,
I really know just how you feel
I know that the, monsters in your mind,
Sometimes seem so real
I am, a love,
That encompasses everything
Who you are, and where you're from,
Makes no difference to me
I am...
All of this and more!(All of this and more!)
Even though sometimes I don't know!
What I'm here for
I am!(I am!)
The sum of all my years!
The sum of all my tears,
Upon reflection, everything is clear
I am!(I am!)
More than I deserve to be!
I am a walking revolution,
Changing everyone I meet!
I am!
All of this and more!
Even though I have moments,
In which I'm really not sure
I am...
All that you see!
When the dust settles, all that matters,
Is that I am me
jlp November 23, 2008-Revised July 19, 2010
On the inside where you can't see
With every day, that I live,
I exist so painfully
I am, bitter,
At what this world has done to me
Sometimes I wonder, why it's so hard,
For me to just live happily
I am, frustrated,
At all the things I see
I don't understand, why people don't change,
Why people just don't believe
I am, angry,
At myself for the things I've done
And I know that I'll spend, the rest of my life
Trying to pay back everyone
I am, afraid,
There is so much I don't understand
No matter how hard, that I look,
Sometimes I fail to see the plan
I am, pain,
In mind, body, and soul
That pain has defined, who I am,
And I refuse to let it go
I am, confused,
It's hard to know what to choose
But I know I have to make a choice,
Because there is too much I stand to lose
I am, not the answers,
That inside I know you seek
And though I'm not the answer, at least I know,
That I'm not part of the disease
I am, compassion,
I really know just how you feel
I know that the, monsters in your mind,
Sometimes seem so real
I am, a love,
That encompasses everything
Who you are, and where you're from,
Makes no difference to me
I am...
All of this and more!(All of this and more!)
Even though sometimes I don't know!
What I'm here for
I am!(I am!)
The sum of all my years!
The sum of all my tears,
Upon reflection, everything is clear
I am!(I am!)
More than I deserve to be!
I am a walking revolution,
Changing everyone I meet!
I am!
All of this and more!
Even though I have moments,
In which I'm really not sure
I am...
All that you see!
When the dust settles, all that matters,
Is that I am me
jlp November 23, 2008-Revised July 19, 2010
Literature
broken hearts don't beat
sometimes, it's morning. and i've forgotten to brush my hair again. or how to tie my shoes or what my name sounds like. and that i don't believe in anything anymore. and that's when i realize that i'm losing little pieces of myself to you.
and the tip of my tongue is stained with the taste of stale paint from the renovating you've done with my mind. and for the next four hundred and seventy three and a half hours i'll be staring at the ceiling. since i'm waiting for your flavor to fade. or maybe i'm just waiting for you to come back to me. since my fingertips are losing their feeling. and the strands of my hairs are splitting. i'm aging in r
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fear.
i. i'm not afraid
of falling; landing face down
and scraping my face on cement
or falling down and tasting mud
and having to crawl, crawl, until i find
a way back up.
i'm just afraid
that i'll never fly.
ii. sometimes i worry
about 'what if i break?' and
'what if no one can put me back
together?' and 'what if
there's no fixing broken people?'
and then i worry
about the
'what if i'm already broken?'
and it scares me.
it scares me.
iii. sometimes, i'll look
inside myself. sometimes, i never
see anything. and i want to grab a shovel
and scrape, scrape, scrape at
the top layers and maybe there's something
underneath, may
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i'll tell you a secret:
someday this world is going to end
and when we die we'll only be left
with fragile memories
of what
could
have been.
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i can really relate to this in so many ways u r a beautful writre an ur work reflectes it