This just a poem that I wrote while I was on the way home from a very long and exhausting drive. I hope you like it? I may upload more, who knows.
It has a lot to do with the views of society and what I view on how we are treated by magazines and words. This has a lot to do with the views and what we have done to fit the label of perfect and gorgeous when in reality we are all pretty and we actually are meant to be something more than just what is said in magazines and critiques. I used to get called fat, forcing me into anorexia because I wanted to be liked by people. Now I understand I was a actually a healthy weight while all the other girls were freakishly skinny. My doctor said I was fine and would pop me in the nose if I ever did this again. I learned that if you listen to the judgment of others, it'll only destroy you in the end.
I sit alone at night and sing...well, not completely alone.
A/N: Sorry I didn't post recently :3, I've been super duper sick and there were things to do so yeah...but I'll start writing again soon:) and go easy on this one 'cause I was never good in poems;):3^-^
I sat there on a bench under the old tree, I guess it's nice sometimes to sit and remember. I was picking up little rocks because they reminded me of a time when I spent almost a whole afternoon at the rock shop looking for something that I thought you might like, (my mom was pissed but I really wanted to find something special). I looked at a huge dinosaur head casting that they wanted $500 for but then thought that it was dumb;I didn't have that kind of money anyways and besides it would have been weird (as if I wasn't awkward enough when I saw you) but I liked you and I wanted you to like me too. So I found a little section where they had necklaces that were carved like animals and I saw this red one, and I knew...I knew that that was the one I wanted to give to you...time has passed by in a flash but then not so fast after all...time....time
...time isn't real; It's time to go inside.