You think that you’re upset? You think that you’re so sad? Think about what’s happened to me, And why I feel so bad. You think that you were dumped? You think you never mattered? Did you ever notice one that was hurt so much, Laying there torn and battered? Thrown aside like trash? Being tossed aside… This all sounds so familiar, From one who is still being fed the lies… ~shadow

Every since I was very young, I have been questioned about my ethnicity. I was the only girl with black hair, brown eyes, and a dark completion when I was in elementary. I was teased. I was called a Mexican and other “slang” ethnic terms. For the longest time I wish I was the “true” American girl… blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and thin. But, I know that I will never be that kind of American… I was the little 7-year-old girl pushed away from everyone else because she didn’t fit in. ...

Some search for a refuge, To shelter them from all the pain. Others look for a stable anchor, To give them something to gain. I do not have to search any longer, For that special place. I’ve found it with you, Behind your beautiful face. You do not know I love you. I am too afraid to say. Our friendship means so much, And I wouldn’t want it any other way. But should I take the chance? Should I say I want you now? Is it the right time to be together? Is this something God ...

Yesterday wasn’t my day. I can tell you now… I hate liars. The people who claim to always have been your friend… and have not spoken one word to you. The people that say, “Oh, I care about you so much and I always have!” and they have not even bothered to even say hello. Does that irritate anyone else? Almost WAITING every day just to expect them to say something… even a simple hello… and it just never comes. Day in and day out you give those people endless chances to prove themselves...

So many times out there I’ve watched a happy pair Of lovers walking in the night They had a kind of glow around them It almost looked like Heaven’s light I knew I’d never know That warm and loving glow Though I might wish with all my might No face as hideous as my face Was ever meant for Heaven’s light But suddenly an angel has smiled at me And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright I dare to dream that he might even care for me And as I ring these bells tonight My cold...

Does anyone familiarize music with certain memories they have? Our musical ensemble is playing this piece called “Flight of Valor”, we played it last season and since we started playing it again, I can only think about one person when we play it. It’s not like I WANT to think about him; it’s just that I do. Him and I concluded that this song was a perfect interpretation of our relationship about a year ago… it was fun, but we both went our separate ways. I found another guy, which I n...

Everyone has found me… we’ll, if I never told you about my blog in the first place, that means I never wanted you to find it. So if you did find it, I really don’t care… but now I only have to watch what I write. So I can’t post half the stuff I post anymore because I will probably piss someone off. You know what, it’s all your guys’ fault if you don’t like what I have to say, alright? I am sick and tired of people nosing around in shit they don’t need to know about and criticizing me a...

The Merriam-Webster’s Colligate Dictionary defines the tern “modest” as: 1. Placing a moderate estimate on one’s abilities or worth 2. Neither bold nor self-assertive: Tending towards difference 3. Arising from or characteristic of a modest nature 4. Observing the properties of dress and behavior: Decent 5. Limited in size, amount, or scope 6. Unpretentious Having defined that, are you modest? At least in some aspects of your life… Do you wear revealing clothes? Do you even r...

Days go by and I see your face. I stare at you, and look for a trace, Of an old love that we used to share, And to see if you really even care. Not that I love you again, and neither do you, I just want to know if I was built on lies or truth. Did you really mean it when you looked in my eyes And told me that you would never say goodbye? My heart is made of ice cold stone. And all you’ve done has just left me alone I wonder why you can hurt me so And leave me here with no place...

So, you lie once… no big deal. But why don’t you lie twice? Why don’t you just drag someone down with false hopes of being a friend? Do you know how much that hurts? To say that you want to talk to me, and never follow through. Ever… I know that I was never pretty enough for you… that’s why I always wear makeup. I know that I was never thin enough for you… that’s why I run and work out everyday, and sometimes don’t even eat. I know that I was never smart enough for you… that’s why I...

Pretending to be the person I’m not Wondering from here to there Having no sense of true direction No one to hold my hand No one to call me angel Only the empty faces The empty faces I see day to day Hearing their awful mockery Only when my back is turned But with my ears completely open What is so wrong with me, That I cannot amount to even be a friend? What have I done to all those empty faces The faces were never there and saw what was done. They never cared when they saw...

On an empty hill side, Somewhere far away. Where the stars shine without a doubt, Is where I’ll live someday. In an empty house, Somewhere bright and new. Where I can wish upon every star, And never have to look at you. In an empty room, Looking at the burning flame. Wondering what I am going to do next, And why I am living in such shame. Sitting on an empty chair, Listening to the sound of death. Dreaming about those who told me goodbye, Wishing I would take my last brea...

Just be yourself. I am tired of people posing as people they know they're not. Don't pretend to be a musician... when you can't play music. Don't pretend to be a friend... when you're never there. Don't pretend to be a singer... when you choke on your own words. Don't pretend to be so strong... when you can't take the blame for what you've done Don't pretend to be so innocent... when it is you who has lied all along. Just keep on pretending that you've never met me... that is the w...

Women are not as seriously thought of as the weaker sex in America as we are in the rest of the world. I think about women who are not as fortunate as I living a life of fear in Bulgaria and Egypt. They need help. That is why Valentines Day is also known as V-Day. V-Day is a worldwide activist movement that raises money for groups trying to end violence against women. It is not only celebrated on the 14th of February, but through February and March. V-day events are held periodically ...