I posted this poem on InkWell, and the responses I got from other CBers made me feel less self-conscious about my bullying issues, so I thought I could be more open about sharing how I felt when I found out that people were talking about me behind my back.

I'm drowning
In the abyss that is my feelings.
My stomach is tied in knots
As I think.
My heart will grow cold
As my soul is soon sold,
And I'll be a different person forever.

But if I refuse,
I'm sure that I'll lose,
Their voice like a noose,
Holding me down,
Making me drown,
And then I'll be back to the start.

Again, if I refuse,
They'll untie my shoes,
And watch as I trip,
Watch the tears drip,
Into a whirlpool of feelings,
That'll drown me, now seething,

And then I'll be back at the start.  

September. Oh. My. Gosh. How? That. Was.... Amazing? Wow. 

because we’re all/princesses in disguise./chin up, or the crown slips,/darling, we’re all feminists/and princesses need their/ crowns but not their princes 

And I'm just dying in the background here....

Here's something I wrote a while ago.

~~

When you

smiled at me

i tried to pretend

i was merely being nice

when i smiled back

when you

said hi

i tried to pretend

i wasn't blushing

when i waved

when you

stopped to talk

in the hallway

i tried to pretend

it was normal

when i stuttered

when you

asked me out

i didn't even try to

hide the fact

that a hundred thousand lights were

exploding in my heart. 

Everything I Would Say to the Choir

By me

"You freak!"
"Go away!"
Gee, that isn't nice to say!
Now you laugh
Behind my back,
How do you think I feel?

You pull my backpack,
Watch me turn,
See me angry,
You'll never learn
When I ask you
"Why'd you do that?"

Then you say,
"It's just fate!"

Nope, sorry,
It's too late. 

I do not know what this is. I was feeling really happy when I wrote this poem (if you can call it a poem...?). I'm posting it as a screenshot because I don't think it will look the same as it did on the ducument I wrote it on, so...

I had a poetry-writing spree last night. 

Soldier

When we march into the setting sun

We know we won't back down 'til the battle's won

We'll never run

We're soldiers

So raise your swords high

Let me hear your battle cry

This is our time to fight

Like soldiers

Throw away the past

Keep fighting 'til you breath your last

We're the outcasts

And darling, we're soldiers

~~

Running

She doesn't run

To win medals.

Or to be famous

Or to earn money

She runs because

When she's alone

Feet flying, pounding out

Her own beat

She can be herself

And appreciate who she is

When she runs

She's completely peaceful

Only focused on

The rythm of her breathing

And trusting her feet

To take her where she wants to go.

Reaching home 

She walked

Every day down the path

Sick of fighting over small things, sick of watching the world crumble

When they asked she would mumble--

"The sun is shining through the leaves, fun is trying to come in"

But what they couldn't feel was the sense of the woods

Another world wraps it's arms around her,

While cancer saps her father's arms around her.

The woods would wave and she would bow

Maples could stay in the woods forever, her world enclosed in branches like a dance

Deer could leap about the forest and as they prance,

She could say,

"Forget it all it won't happen"

Then she'll regret it all say it will happen

And while friends lie behind the screen and on the phone, far away from the forest they said "there lies home"

She would never forget how she felt when blow after blow her own mind dealt

Cousins don't take her seriously

She could never show she's sad

Small town gossip as she rows away, her keyboard is her boat.

All alone 

But they all know what she does say--

"Home's still home"