littlepandaherv1

What has happened? What did I do? No, really, tell me, I have no clue. You say that I hate you, But I know that's a lie. All I did was live you and sigh when you walk by. You have to know this for it was all in our kiss. All I did was love you, And sigh when you walk by. So tell me why, I have no clue! Except for maybe die.

These demons spread themselves across my room, Staring at me through my blanketed cucoon, Waiting for me to emerge so delicately, So they can pounce on me with so much of their brutality. These demons circle around my cucoon, They know I'll be emerging soon. Instead of waiting patiently for me to come out, They cut my cucoon open and take me as if bought. I, this beautiful butterfly is being taken below, Into this hellish fiery glow. By these winged creatures I fly, Looking up to give earth a final goodbye. On the way flying down, I get burned by a coal thrown by a demented clown. I also get hit on the head, By satans mistress

As you go through life as a child, You go through fantasies of the queer and the wild. As you get to a stage of trying to keep that purity and innocence, There are always those who have to give you those last undauntingly cruel two cents. Repentment for crimes that you did not commit, Easily become a fear of your peers who never fail to comment. You try your best to hold you tounge, But nothing avails to unproclaim the high strung. These impeding folk who tell tales of drunken and dumb-founded lore, Have no idea that is it THIS plea to them I sadly implore. But the fact with which I will have to live, Is that this new found "trend"

Trapped I am, Trapped I feel, Left alone in this room to heal. This room is dark, This room is bare, Left alone to learn to share. So trapped I am, And trapped I feel, Left alone on this room to heal.

Part I I have gone through my life,which hasnt been very long, being by myself, I have a habit of watching others, learning habits, predicting events. I have found, through this habit, that almost all people think as thier peers. People at my age, give or take a couple years, tend to go to the "in crowd". These are the people you see at school, hundreds of them in many,many different cliques talking amongst themselves, ignoring or jeering at the others. These people feel that it is they're way or the highway. People who look at things like I do, through the eyes of non-conformity. We see no skin, all in all-no person. we see the heart and so

"Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth." John Fitzgerald Kennedy once said. Lets put it this way, if we were all meant to be the same, us as human beings, all the same, then why would the heavens make us different. I dont mean only within ethnicity. We live this earth, we breathe this earth, the earth is so different everytime you look. You will never see the same ripple in the water twice, you will never again see that one leaf fall from the autumn sky. When you look about Nature do you see the same Conformitive Placement within the trees or the flowers? "Insist on yourself; never imitate... Every great man is unique.",

I spent life not giving a care, People think to impune me- I just gave them a dare. I go through life each and everyday, Just hoping for a talk. But everyday I lose that way, And into deeper pits of lonliness I walk. For a long time I didnt care what they had to day, Or the dangerous games of hurt they always had to play. I try not to acknowledge this new found rejection, And not to know about my hearts true pain. But every second Im farther from completion, And my exsistance begins to wain. I am not used to being new in a setting so bold, I am used to the pain, the sorrow, and the sad, and the old. I feel wounds on the inside

Echos of laughter fill this hall, But that laughter is not me at all, For I am huddled in the corner. Nobody Notices me, For they are much too filled with glee, For I am huddled in the corner. They drove me there, But no one seems to give a care, that I am huddled in the corner. I dont cry, but it makes me mad, That no one is sad, That I am huddled in the corner. Finally I move, Hoping I can find another cove, For I am out of my corner. But still I go un-noticed, And still I go unkissed, for I am out of my corner. I find it funny, but also sad, That this is the best time that I've ever had, Except for when I'm in my corne

Would you still love me, If I were always sad? Would you still love me, If I were never glad? I would love you, Even if you were sad like me? I would still love you, Even if you hurt me like that flying sumertime bee? Will you be here, Even if I were cursed? Will you be here, Even if I weren't? Will you stand beside me, Even if i werent there for you? Will you stand beside me, and hold us together like glue? Would you?

This Devil that I see, Standing at my closet door, Is just my mind playing tricks on me, And its nothing more. This Angel that I hear, Banging from inside my closet door, Is just my mind being wierd, And its nothing more. This Presence I feel, Is standing with the Devil at my closet door, This is just my mind on a reel, It's this and Nothing more. This blood that I taste, That is spattered across my closet door, Its just mine to waste It is this and nothing more. This dead odor that I smell, Is coming from inside my closet door.I say that it's just my minds bell, It's just this and nothing more. This Goodness I sense, Is s