I had a dog named Coco,
I got him when I was 9,
His breed was a longhaired chihuahua,
He had reddish brown fur & brown eyes.
He meant quite a lot to me,
I loved him very much,
A small dog with a big personality,
He'd eat chorizos & such.
He was so hilarious,
He'd skid on his nails across the floor,
He brought joy into my world,
Since I was a little girl.
I remember when I went to get him first,
He was fearful, snappy & scared,
Like as if he was afraid,
And no one ever cared.
He grew up into a friendly dog,
I took him on many walks,
He loved sausages and chorizos,
And when I'd eat, he would watch.
He was a brave little guy,
Would take on a labrador,
He protected me if he sensed anything,
And he always waited at the kitchen door.
He would walk across the windowsill,
Look out, be really nosey,
He'd get excited over the small things,
Like running to his bed which was cozy.
When I was sad,
Coco was there,
When I was anxious,
Coco did care,
When I was happy,
He was happy too,
Dogs always love you,
They love you for you.
They don't judge your flaws, how you look or if you're sad,
If you even have messy hair and you feel really bad.
He always rested his head on my foot,
Looked at me with loving eyes,
And even though he was so small,
His heart was bigger than his size.

It's okay to cry,
It's okay to pout,
It's okay to frown,
It's okay to doubt.
It's okay to stay in bed,
And lie awake at night,
It's okay to give yourself a break,
But don't lose your light.
It's okay to try and fail,
And fail and try again,
That doesn't mean you're a failure,
Or a 0 out of 10.
It's okay to talk,
Not bottle it up inside,
Treat yourself well,
Don't be harsh, just be kind.

I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way we talk,
I hate the way you always dress,
And I hate the way you walk.
I hate the way you chew your gum,
And how you style your hair,
I hate your stupid Doc Marten boots,
And how you always stare,
I hate the way you wear silver rings,
I hate the way you laugh,
I hate the way you play guitar,
I hate your big dumb band.
But what I hate even more,
And it makes me cry & ball,
Is that I actually don't hate you,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
To be honest,
I love the way you look at me,
I love the way we talk,
I love the way you always dress,
And I love the way you walk,
I love the way you chew your gum,
And how you style your hair,
I love your cool Doc Marten boots,
And how you always care.
I love the way you wear silver rings,
I love your infectious laugh,
I love the way you play guitar,
I love your big dope band.
I pretended that I hated you,
Cause it all just felt like a scheme,
Because I've dealt with too many nightmares,
But you feel like a dream.

I used to trust,
When I was little & small,
A kid that didn't doubt,
A kid that didn't stop nor stall,
It never crossed my mind,
Whether they liked me or not,
Or if I wasn't good enough,
I never had that thought.
I liked the way I was,
My true blue self,
But when I got older,
Something happened to my mental health.
Many people rejected,
The person that I was,
Pushed away & left out,
But it wasn't my fault.
When someone sees your spark,
They try to stamp it out,
They want to see you not do well,
They want to see you down and out,
But what you don't see,
When you feel that low,
Is they've always seen your spark,
They just don't want it to glow,
Because you are amazing,
Just the way you are,
And it's jealousy,
They had for me,
Cause I shone bright like the moon & stars.

Look through the shelves,
Peer through the pages,
Do you like the one that's shiny?
Or the one that's faded?
The shiny ones covered in plastic,
But the other one's not,
Which one do you prefer,
Which book do you like a lot?
Do you like the one with perfect paragraphs,
With not one mistake,
With a shiny cover & reviews that are fake?
Or do you like the one that's mysterious,
That's got chapters of things,
It has many flaws,
Wanna see what it brings?
The one that is shiny,
Was bought many times,
But the story itself,
Wasn't good from the very first line.
The other book that's left there,
That's left at the back of the shelf,
Holds quite a story than anything else.
All you have to do is give it a chance,
And don't judge the cover because the inside could put you in a trance,
Usually the one that is popular is plastic and fake,
But the one that is real shows their flaws and mistakes.

I like the sun,
But I also like the rain,
Falling on the glass from the sky at night,
Onto the window pane,
I lie there glancing at the stars,
They shine down on me from afar,
That feeling when you put some Christmas lights in see-through glass jars,
Lifting up your spirits,
Gleaming down like headlights on cars.

Social Anxiety,
Won't let me speak,
I feel like i'm mute,
And think that I'm weak.
Social Anxiety,
Won't let me express,
The person I truly am,
Makes me feel like I'm less.
Social Anxiety,
Is like anxiety on pills,
And I can't calm down,
"Like, hey brain... will ya chill?!!"
Social Anxiety,
Takes over my life,
Everyone just says,
"That just ain't right"
Social Anxiety,
Get the hell out my way,
I've got dreams to live,
And I've got words to say.