i'm paralyzed between the fears
of being a nobody,
or letting the pressures of being
a somebody get to my head

my mind says,
'i don't need a man',
but my heart
begs to differ.

i don't know how i feel anymore.
i have too many doubts, and hopes,
and promises. an abundance of dreams
that may or may not come true, and
more than enough heartbreak that may
**** me in the end.

i am an empty body,
and a harsh mind.

they called you prince charming,
but i believe a real prince is noble,
and honest.

not a liar or a cheater.

i'm just another teenaged runaway
with no hope for society.

you can only love so many times,
before you can't love anything at all.