It doesn't matter
What you think of me, because
I have two brothers
That think more highly of me
Than you ever will; so there.

I like talking to people
Because other people are nice
I don't really like talking to you
Because you used to be nice,
And now you're not.  I don't know why.

But I don't feel nice when I talk to you,
I feel like I'm not being nice to you,
And I don't like that feeling.
Should I stop talking to you?

You make me think of things I have tried to forget for a long time
And I don't like thinking of things again,
Because I thought I had made a decision.
But you bring back the doubts I used to have all the time.
I lived with those doubts.  
They keep me from being happy all the time,
And I don't like that.

I don't know what there is that you can do to change things,
But if you could be nice to me, that would make me feel better about talking to you.
Then, maybe we could come to an understanding.
But I don't understand you, and you don't understand me.

I won't go through the hundreds of thoughts I've had about you,
Because you probably don't want to hear them anyway.
I just wish you were someone I'd never known,
And that I could meet you for the first time
And that we could be simple friends.
We messed that up before by being more than friends,
And now I feel like we are so much less than friends.

I wish we could be nice to each other.
I wish it wasn't my fault, or your fault, or life's fault.
I wish I knew what to do about you.
I hope you're okay, and that I am nice to you, even when I don't feel like it.
I hope you don't think unkind things about me.
I can't help it, I guess.  But I can hope.

And I hope you remember me.

Whoever I am
Whatever makes up the me
It's a mystery
That only One knows for sure
Someday, I will know myself.

How could I answer
When you just asked me that way?
'Course I don't hate you.

Why do I do this
To myself? Every time
I see you, I feel
Depressed. Why do I do things
That tear me up? Leave me 'lone.

Images I frequently see
And feelings I often feel
A knife turned inward on me
But somehow it's not real.

Reaching my arms to the sky,
Rising to the sun so red;
Or vines growing from my hands
When I put them to my head.

Pain inside my body
When I can't get you out of my mind
Picturing falling through the floor
And leaving this world behind.

My head slowly exploding
When the thoughts trapped inside
Have reached critical levels
And there's too much I've tried to hide.

This song is so stuck
In my head, that it hurts.
You ever felt that?

Deep inside me come,
Up from somewhere deep and great:
Drums, drums in the deep,
Constant drumming in my head,
I cannot ignore.

It says I have a message
That I have never read
But when I to to 'Unread Messages'
There's empty space instead.

Preparations list
Checked once, twice, ready to go;
Invitations sent.

Can I hold on long enough
To see the end come true?
Or will I fall before I know
How it is ‘tween me and you?

How much time is it
And when will it come to pass
When’ll I have enough
Of courage, to stand and speak,
And of love, to stay and care.

If you waited long,
And your waiting was in vain
Will you wait again?

None ended well, few
That they were; but I am not
Ending badly now.

I smile sometimes
Only in remembrance of
Funny things you'd said.

I want to ignore
Everything you ever were
But that is hopeless.

Do you take joy in
My confusion and my daze
When they're caused by you?

I don't know, not sure,
If I'm hesitant to give,
To bare my soul honestly,
Or if I should not,
And if I should not trust you.

Running out of time
I just can't get it all done
Taking far too long
I'll be behind soon enough
But it will be a danger.

Marshmallowmallow
Macaroni and cheese, yes
Popcorn aaaand popcorn!

It isn't the long nights that I dread
It's the short ones where I lie in bed
Trying to get thoughts out of my head
Wishing I had more time to rest

Long nights of staying awake to talk
Nights of finding new ways to stalk
Going out in the moonlight to walk
Laughing and crying, those nights are best

Saying someday we'll do these things
Talk of names and talk of rings
Overwhelmed tears just one look brings
When all the emotion wells up in my chest

What matters is not what we do
Or where we go, whatever the view
The best part is just being with you
Delightfully oblivious to all of the rest

However the day comes to an end
Whatever time we've spent with friends
Even if messages won't send
Knowing you're there loving me is best.

Leave me alone
to wait and to wander
Leave me alone
to wish my life away
Leave me to go
where I dared not before you
Leave me to grow
in a way you never could.

Hey
Let's
Have
A
Party

I'll
Invite
You
And
Me.

Sometimes not having
The responsibilities
Of being grown-up
Is better than those times when
You can rule the entire world.

Dreams taunt me at night,
Attacking my mind in hordes,
And I wake tattered.
What does it mean when I run?
And when with good I wrestle?

I am not talking
To you, because you just don't
Know me anymore.

It's not “true” because I believe it
I believe it because it is true.

Go to sleep, my child
Pay no mind to the dark night
Close your eyes, my child
I am holding you so tight;
I'll hold on with all my might.

Write a random saying
And then label it as whatever number of words it happens to have.

There's too much in me
To let it all out on you
And besides, you say,
You're not that important now
It shouldn't matter to you.

I just don't know if
I never want to see you
Ever again, or
If I want to mend the wound
By opening it again.

Da dana da da dana da,
Da dana da da da;
Dana da ddana da,
Da dana da dada.

Tempted to get up
Even though it's only six
I'm ready to go
And I think that it is time
Yes, I think that it is time.

If you don't know why
what you write isn't that good
It is too little
And you didn't think enough
Or it's too much, and you *thought.

What are you doing?
Nothing is wrong here, nothing—
Stop trying to fix.

There are so many
One hundred & ninety nine
How could I read them?

You could write a thousand words
but you could ne'er write the word
that whispers in the darkest night
that word is my soul.

So I'm going camping—
Hooray!
I just hope I don't  
Stay bored all day.

So I'm sleeping on hard ground—
Whoopee!
I just hope it doesn't
Get to me.

So I'm getting family time—
That'll be great!
The best thing that'll happen
Will be the memories we make.

My face is so hot
And my hands are just so cold
It's a nice problem.

Everyone's loud
And I don't want to hear what they're talking about

Math is so annoying
I'm behind but I don't feel like working

It's actually easy
It just takes clicking bubbles

But I'm so tired
So, so tired.


So what am I going to do
When I don't have the energy to do what I need to?

And what am I going to say
When I don't have the words to speak when I want to?


Don't give me excuses
No one knows why I don't smile

Don't think you're special
You just happen to sit next to me

You can't understand me
Of course, no one else could

I'm tired of your looks
That tell me you think more than you should.


So what am I going to do
When there's no one to explain myself to?

And what am I going to say
When no one listens when I talk about you?


Leave me be, leave me alone
I'll soon be going my way home

Let me stay the person me
Leave me alone and leave me be.

Can't think anymore
If you would just let me go
Maybe I'd feel free.

I've always wanted
To write a poem about it
Because, just because.
I don't know why, but I guess
I really like it.

I am too tired
To say something worthwhile
So let me not speak.

My fingers hurt from writing,
My pencil is wearing on me;
I'm tired of constantly scribbling—
I wish I could type everything.

Words just escape me
I'm not sure why, but I feel
Kind of breathless here.

Oh my word...oh me
I woke up at five instead
Of six. How on earth.

He told me today
That I looked pretty; I guess,
Well, maybe I was. :)

Again and again
The ostinato repeats
It's stuck in my head.

He said that I looked
Pretty, as a compliment
But it made me doubt;
I felt that he shouldn't have
It made me feel insecure.