I could scream into the faces of humanity.
Cry from anger and run away.
but there is problem with that,
i can't run away, because its always there.
plus i need you.
although, i swear by my grave you don't need me.
but i wont cry because my eye liner will run.
thats what happens when you do your best.
don't worry about it.
its nothing...
just empty and dark.
the shadows to befriend.
its there always.
hiding our thoughts and ourselves from the life that lays beyond.
sheilding us from what could be seen.
Say whatever you want to.. i don't need it.

I'm sorry that I'm not the prettiest.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
I'm sorry I'm not the most extravagant.
I'm sorry I can't be like her.
But I am who I am, I'm not sorry for that.
Because if I'm not myself, who will be?
I don't need you to like be for who I'm not.
I want you to be my friend, and like the way I am now.
I can't help it if you don't like me.
It doesn't worry me..
My imperfections are what make me myself.
They are what make me interesting.
Shove it up your arse.