No matter how hard I try, I can never be perfect. I will never have the perfect hair, weight, oder height. I can never be a size 2. I will always be who I am. Why do I even bother with change when I know that it's impossible?
I can't tell Du that I've never hoped for the perfect life. To be the center of attention, have everyone just Liebe me, to have blonde hair, to look like a model.
But I've just come to see that I don't need that. So what if I have brown hair? Why do people care that my clothes aren't from Aeropostale and Abercrombie and that I don't wear skin-tight mini-skirts? What's it to them if I'm not caked in make up?
Society has made me hate the way I look. But I've gotten through it because some things are Mehr important than designer clothes and perfect hair. Love. I Liebe my family. I Liebe my friends. I Liebe my writing. I Liebe my life. I Liebe myself.
Most of the time. Some days are worse than others. Some days I do want to come Home and cry and sometimes I feel as if all hope is lost. But then I see that I am still young and that I can still change things.
And the Truth? There hardly is one anymore. Reality and Illusion have took it's place.
And I'm just in the reality of an illusion.
I can't tell Du that I've never hoped for the perfect life. To be the center of attention, have everyone just Liebe me, to have blonde hair, to look like a model.
But I've just come to see that I don't need that. So what if I have brown hair? Why do people care that my clothes aren't from Aeropostale and Abercrombie and that I don't wear skin-tight mini-skirts? What's it to them if I'm not caked in make up?
Society has made me hate the way I look. But I've gotten through it because some things are Mehr important than designer clothes and perfect hair. Love. I Liebe my family. I Liebe my friends. I Liebe my writing. I Liebe my life. I Liebe myself.
Most of the time. Some days are worse than others. Some days I do want to come Home and cry and sometimes I feel as if all hope is lost. But then I see that I am still young and that I can still change things.
And the Truth? There hardly is one anymore. Reality and Illusion have took it's place.
And I'm just in the reality of an illusion.
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The Titel comes from the Beschreibung a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Liebe to hear what Du like oder hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The Titel comes from the Beschreibung a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd Liebe to hear what Du like oder hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The Weiter day, Meggan woke up at home.Another wolf like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.