Myself

I never thought I would be at the same point as so many years before
Having other people tell me that I still need to be more
That who I am is not enough, and I must change
Why is it that I am the one who is strange?

I changed once and it killed me inside
But you keep telling me from my true self I must hide
You shun me and cast me off
and expect me to just shrug it off

Not today, not again, I do not have to pretend
The person I am is more than the one you want me to be
So to you my true self I will lend
And if you choose to keep me we will see

The Unhappy Ones

You know those people that gleam with joy?
The ones who could lift up the world with a smile
But then one day that smile they choose to destroy
and you just hope it is all some part of a playful ploy

But you know its not, you can feel the pain
The one that seems to drive them insane
The joyful person has been destroyed by the cruel world
And inside themselves they have curled

You know they want to feel
They beg to feel anything if even pain
They hope that this can’t be real
And people tell them they are just being vain

Dear smilers of world who have lost your smile
Remember only you can cure this horrible disease
Do not let the world you and treat you with false judgement 
You can choose to stand up and feel what you please

Choose how you feel each day
No matter what the world might say
Smile if you want to be full of happiness and joy
And your sadness will become coy

The Pieces

I'm falling out and falling down
with my heart beating fast
and broken pieces all around
just collecting what is left of the past

As I start to gather the pieces in my hand
I am still just trying to understand
how I let the person I planned to be break
but through the tears it is hard to concentrate

I slam my head on the ground and scream
and pray, just pray this is all a sick dream
as my scream shatters the silence so does another sound
a set of gentle footsteps walking along the ground

I see a hand start to help me pick up the pieces that lay
and I dare not to look, just hoping they might go away
I am embarrassed and ashamed of my state
but still the stranger is picking up the proof of my hate

After they have all been collected
he places them before me, still broken
he asks me why not better had they been protected
my mind has a million reasons but my mouth has not spoken

He waits for me to lift up my head
and instead of scowl, laid a smile instead
a hand is reached out for me
but I take it hesitantly

I stand up and brush off the dirt
and get a good look at this friend
I can see he too has felt hurt
but he found someway to mend

I give him a smile and in return
he begins to teach me everything he has learned