basically, its what I used to be.
A sad and lonley sight
Sat at home, her chest feels tight
Her sadness wraps her in a ball
No friends, no confort, none at all
She's different but there's no help for that
They call her names that bring tears to her eyes
A freak, a loner, and now she cries
She wants to end it
All the pain
Just a friend, thats all she would wish to gain
Now the rain falls on her window pane
She stares outside, to keep her sane
Her feeling drive her mad sometimes
She thinks of this and now she sighs
No hope, no love, what shall she do?
She feels so lonely, but what about you?
My advice, is to go out, be confident, and hold your head up high. Don't worry if people don't like you, just go up to them, and tell them that they don't even know the real you, so they shouldn't be picking on someone they don't know personally. Talk to someone that ignores you, doesn't know who you are, or maybe is exactly like you and they will accept you. Being popular isn't everything. But to be surrownded by friends that care about you, that's a world of joy.
She walked into school, her head up high
She saw the bully and flashed a smile
She gives a look that says I don't care
And searched for a true friend everywhere
She spotted a shy girl in the corner
Walked up and tapped her shoulder
She said hello and the girl did too
She gave a smile and suddenly she knew
Don't care, if some people don't like me
Because no one here even knows me.
A friend is someone you can trust,
She knows that now, and so she must.
(this isn't what actually happened to me, its just showing that being confident is the right thing to do.)
A sad and lonley sight
Sat at home, her chest feels tight
Her sadness wraps her in a ball
No friends, no confort, none at all
She's different but there's no help for that
They call her names that bring tears to her eyes
A freak, a loner, and now she cries
She wants to end it
All the pain
Just a friend, thats all she would wish to gain
Now the rain falls on her window pane
She stares outside, to keep her sane
Her feeling drive her mad sometimes
She thinks of this and now she sighs
No hope, no love, what shall she do?
She feels so lonely, but what about you?
My advice, is to go out, be confident, and hold your head up high. Don't worry if people don't like you, just go up to them, and tell them that they don't even know the real you, so they shouldn't be picking on someone they don't know personally. Talk to someone that ignores you, doesn't know who you are, or maybe is exactly like you and they will accept you. Being popular isn't everything. But to be surrownded by friends that care about you, that's a world of joy.
She walked into school, her head up high
She saw the bully and flashed a smile
She gives a look that says I don't care
And searched for a true friend everywhere
She spotted a shy girl in the corner
Walked up and tapped her shoulder
She said hello and the girl did too
She gave a smile and suddenly she knew
Don't care, if some people don't like me
Because no one here even knows me.
A friend is someone you can trust,
She knows that now, and so she must.
(this isn't what actually happened to me, its just showing that being confident is the right thing to do.)
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable love as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable love as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.
Not because of Fanpop
Not because I am bored
But because of a different reason.
A reason you might think is strange.
Writing
Is my own personal universe
Where I can be creative
Where I can forget all my troubles
And leave Earth behind.
Usually
I use writing to express my emotions
To share what I feel
And why I feel that way.
I can fly away from my friends
On Earth
And explore new universes
Meet new friends
Discover new things
That is why I love writing.