ForeverNothing lastsIn dreams and books, yesBut not in real lifeEven if you wish for itIt won't lastLife doesn't last eitherBonds can lastBut not foreverIt will break eventuallyEverything will break into pieces eventuallyAtleast once it will breakBut it won't last foreverYet it can last a life-time
SecretsHidden thingsYou can't tell anyoneNo oneEven your closest friends or familyEvents, words, thingsYou want hiddenNot to tell anyoneBut keep to yourselfWant to tell someoneYet you can'tAnd it kills you that you can'tStill you keep with youNo one can talk you into telling themDon't tell some say in your headSome just can't wait to make you feel betrayalYou say noBecause they are the mostimportant secrets you haveTo keep to yourself
RaceBeing AsianDoesn't meanThey are smartOr inferiorBeing AmericanDoesn't meanThey are fatOr war maniacsBeing FrenchDoesn't meanThey are romanticor good cooksBeing BritishDoesn't meanThey are bad cooksOr have tea everydayBeing ItalianDoesn't meanThey are pasta freaksOr care-freeBeing African AmericansDoesn't meanThey practice voodoo all the timeOr talk loudDon't judge y their raceDon't stereotypeBecause we're all equalAnd different from each other
Who You AreThat is who I amThat is who they areStop judging themBy their status and apperanceEveryone is made equalNo one is superior than the otherI'm tired of being judgedAnd having friends who are judgedThey are who they areNo one elseI am who I amNo one elseWealthy or notThey are still peopleMoney doesn't matterIt's for who they areThat matters
PhysicI see thingsThat are abnormalOther can't seeOnly meFeel themFollowing meWatching meTouching meEvil or goodI don't knowJust know that they are thereMaking me paranoidAfraid of my surrondingsEen darknessit's creepyYet I still think that it is a gift
KillI can killFor anyoneIncluding myselfJust killCovered in bloodAnd with someone in front of meDead in my armsOr on the groundFeeling nothingOther than emptinessNever getting caughtBy the policeWalking away from the sceneThe beautiful sceneBlood on my shirtWith an evil, happy grin
What Have I BecomeStaring at a pair of handsThen at the groundWhich was redBlood redSomeone lying on the backWith a pool of blood around themTheir eyes wide openFilled with surprise and sadnessCovering my eyesThen laughingTears rolling down my cheeksFeeling nothing but happinessWhat have I become?
MyselfI can be stubbornAnd meanBut it's meNo one elseAlways depressed or sadThinking of sucisideWhen I fall in lifeAnd can't get up by myselfBlaming myself for everythingThat isn't my faultYet can be expressionlessBut sensitiveCheerful and hyper at timesEspecially when I am happyAnd around friendsWho can sometimes be annoyingLost all the timeNeeding adviceBut always keeping my mouth shutAbout my true felings most of the timeHates feeling lonelyWhen i have friendsWho can be trustedBut can one day betray meCan be prepared for everythingThen be scarred the nextAlways afraidOf losing someone importantParanoid of everythingLike feeling like I am watchedAnd seeing things normal people can'tFeeling as if I am unwantedI hate myselfYet love myselfFor being a person who can laughAt torture, gore, and killingThis is who I amNo one can change thatEven if they don't accept meThe way I am