Inner VoicesYou cannot see me I am the little voice inside your head I know your thoughts I control your every move I can sense your worst fears I play with your darkest secrets I know the true intentions of your heart I can see you from the inside out I know what makes your blood boil with rage I know what breaks your heart into pieces I know when you truly mean what you say I know if your smiles are realI know the masks you wear; I'm the one that paints them on your faceI know all of your disguises; I'm the one that picks them out for youI know every sin, every transgression; every good and malicious deed I know every inch of your entire being I am part of you, the little demon on your shoulder I am YOUYou cannot see me I am the little voice inside your head
Silent TearsWhere are these tears I so long to cry?Are they buried somewhere inside me orjust frozen behind my eyes?I feel the storm inside of me.The thunder and lightning display my pain and anguishOnly there is no rain.I long for it to pour down and wash this sadness away.It stays suspended in a lonely cloud inside my head.I can feel it. The thunder calls my name.It knows my thoughts.The tears cannot go beyond the boundary of my eyes.They can only look from the inside out and wonderwhat it would be like to break free and run down my cheeks.Each tear would melt a piece of the wall I havebuilt up inside and all around me.Maybe then I will see a cloudless, sunny day.
IdentityI am my own person. I can think on my own, exist on my own.I don't need to depend on anyone but myself.People do whatever they're told because they're afraid....Afraid of what other people might think, what people might say. The world has so many under its control.Blinding them to the concept of their own true self; Automatons... products of society's mould.I'm not afraid to speak my mind.Why should I care what people think?I don't need to depend on them for sustenance.I can get along just fine by myself, without anyone.I'm not sorry I don't meet the world's standards.I'm not sorry I won't conform to beliefs that are not my own.Why should I risk opening myself up to be used
Lacie's MishapC R A Z Y Lacie snakeYou ATE my Lapras-LokiNow you're big and FAT
ChAoSI just sit and watchseconds turn into minutes turn into hours turn into daysCrazy thoughts in my headtrying to make sense of chaos everything's so loud so distortedI can't seem to quiet my mindor find a place of solace there's no rest for the weary no comfort for the brokenheartedIt's all just a nightmareEven when I open my eyes there's still darkness everywhere I just keep falling and fallingThere's no sense in cryingNo one hears me anyway I just sit alone and watch as this chaos swallows me alive
RunawayI'm a cold-blooded reptile,you said so yourself.Every move, every look,every thought, every action,had an alterior motive to you.You were just waitingfor me to fuck up.I hated that.Dissected every single day...and for what?Just so you could put the piecestogether the way you thoughtthey should fit?Living in a false realitya world that will never exist,so what if I chose to be skeptic?Someone has to protect me.You thought you were so muchbetter than me becauseyou had some sort of "insight"into the way the worldand everyone in it works.You had solved the"great mystery of life."That's why everything I believed in,my faith, was nothing morethan a joke to you.I thought I believed in magickal fate,puppy love at first sight,but when every day becamejust another chapter ofmeaningless fights and arguments,I had to wonder...just what was it that I wasfighting for?At first it was you,everything about you...so fragile and precious,wanting so desperately to be