Submissions by Evil_Angel

So maybe I'm not like you.
Does it really matter?
Maybe I wanna play football not be a cheerleader.
Maybe I don't just like guys but girls to.
Am I a freak because of it?
Why am I weird because I'd rather stay out than come home
I'm done with the stereotypes, the name calling, the bullshit.
You wanna say something?
Do it.
You don't?
That's fine.
You wanna fight me?
Let's go.
I'm sick and tired of letting everything I want get away from me.
So yeah I'm different...
But is that a bad thing?
I don't think so because...

She's outside.
I'm inside.
She's sun.
I'm rain.
She's happy.
I'm sad.
She's good.
I'm bad.
She's nice.
I'm mean.
I'm dirty.
She's clean.
She's beautiful.
Im not.
I'm ugly while she's hot.
She's perfect.
I'm a freak.
She's the mask that hides the real me.

My dear, dear friend.
My lover, my end.
Why did you break my heart?
When did we fall apart?
With you my dear it all seemed clear...
You, you were to bring an end to my pain,
You my dear started to mend my broken heart...
But when?
When was it to much?
Why did you leave?
What was wrong?
Was it me?
Me who made you that way?
Or her?
The one who stole you away...
I thought it was true, true love with me and you...
But no.
No not you!
I found something to help me through...
The knife.
They'll find it by my side....