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Oh the monster, Hiding with my friends, She told me, What you apparently said.   Oh the monster, She wears a mask, She hides it deep down, But she's really sad.  
Up on stage all lights and eyes on me and me alone Bare myself, my soul Choose me  my quiet heart voice whispers Thank you, next Callbacks Pitter-patter, hope List is up
I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water And letting myself get carried away into the deep end. I couldn’t find it in me to save myself Because I never learned how to swim.
I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water And letting myself get carried away into the deep end. I couldn’t find it in me to save myself Because I never learned how to swim.
Am I good enough? Yes of course, But oh would short hair look so good on you. Your clothes are nice, But you should totally wear blue more often.
Nothing is real; it's a Cosmic Drama We are just actors; we come and we go There will be laughter; there will be tears Such is the Cosmic Show… It's a drama you see Whatever will be, will be
You know what? I'm tired of the bullshit Oh you wanna talk? Maybe I'd have time if I wasn't I fed up Always mouthing off About how you this and that, not! You always on this hype
Why hello there Drama Queen What is the problem today? Your friend was being fake?!? Wait. Does she know she was being fake? She should? I disagree, Drama Queen. 
good poems dont come from your head they come from your hands they are words flowing from the blood of our wrists the stains of the past broken memories
This is the Climax. The fight before the fall. The storm after the calm. Where the demons of regret, And anger, Rule all.
I try to calm down.     This is fine.     I'm fine. "Don't be sad," she says.     I'm not sad.     I'm scared.     Frustrated.      Confused. She doesn't listen.
Crazy how you’d give a nigga yo last   Take a bullet for his ass but he’d be quick to put you in his past    Questioning your loyalty like why you even gotta ask?    
All they do is cause problems, Cause harm, Cause drama, I hate them, They're an ugly gem, Filled with Flem, They are all hate, Spreading like a ramped disease, So contagious,
To overcome others is strong.To overcome oneself is the will of power.  I try to convince myselfThat I am the best actress to ever walk the earth,And that the hole concaving in my chestIs simply a understudy for my sadness.  To overcome others is
To some A friendly gathering Is but A show In which they can dress up In masks and costumes To share those lines  
Everything is Dark   I stare out through my window I feel numb and I can’t move Am I scared?   Boom! A flash of light a gun is firing, I don’t flinch Why can’t I look away?  
Something changed inside of me When I disturbed the water lilies The curtains stirred in disarray But she said that she couldn’t stay   Something changed inside of me When I sang to the water lilies
I was sixteen And with an open heart I did dream and fantasied alot I was loved and knew it I strolled to adulthood en route I fell in love and my imaginations widened I would lay awake all night
Her words spit venom She is a self proclaimed high being She is the mother of poison and I am poison I am poisoned I am the seed sprouted only to spread the wicked word She spit the venom into me
Her words spit venom She is a self proclaimed high being She is the mother of poison and I am poison I am poisoned I am the seed sprouted only to spread the wicked word She spit the venom into me
A Civil War,No, not of ,GunsSwordsAnd Cannons.But of Words,SpitAnd tearsA harsh ink splatteredOnEveryPageOfwhat was calledA holy place.
Many people want to live the fast life That desire crumbles when they have to confront judgement's knife There is no need to live in strife Just don't go searching for the fast life
What once was a mirror, is now a window pane Different photos in the same frame I'm trapped in this gallery, yet I once was the art and everyday I wish for a fresh start but everytime I look it breaks my heart
 Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to think The American Dream may be corrupted Not what it used to be When we once dreamt of being free For some in America
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We Might've Been   We might've been the curving night - dim, blinding and empty We might've been your mother's knife - sharp, hard but flimsy We might've been the tiled floors
The momentum that comes to mind. in the blink of an eye. When your future and past combine. in a spark of time.  That your life will be affected. Its known as a crime.  When you're the one suspected.
Not looking is so hard, but, Why, pray tell, is it so hard? I just can't seem to let you go. It seems near impossible Not to look. Not constantly search For your angelic face throughout
The way my heart set up is undescribable My love for you? Yeah, thats undeniable As I sit on the steps and cry....All I do is wonder why? Then I wipe my eyes....You wanna know why?
My identity is mixed and matched from the roles I play. I learn something new from each and every one About them and myself and The perception of the world from the stage. I'm not just a
“We’re all just some punks, miserable creaturesWith our human goal to be: enhancing all of our featuresFurther into the caves, intentions become deeperLike killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher
This is what it feels like to be hurt. To have the breath knocked out of you, Whith a word or two you killed me And as I sit here typing I realize You broke me. I realize you took from me.
Secrets are spread all around    Lies are told to you and me   Hate blinds those who cannot see   The truth that is spoken is not believed   One person you can trust   Is me
5, 6, 7, 8.Numbers, steps, lines, formations.Again.5, 6, 7, 8.Keep counting,Don't forget to smile,Watch where you're going.
Am I mad at you? Holding a grudge is hard work. Time is too precious.
Everytime I ask a question you got a different story. I have no idea why I mess with dudes like you who just so daggone corny. You won't find me wasting my time tryna make you change,
In June of 1870, my Great Great Granddad was playing Poker in the Old West.Even though he was shot, the law neglected to place the murderer under arrest.My Great Great Granddad wasn't being honest, he was cheating.
He says, "don't you love me?" I say, "I don't know," I thought so at first, But now that we've grown, People will change, For bad or for worse, But growing apart,  Now that always hurts,
"She dirty" "She low."
The layers of tears that I've cried have stung my eyes to that point of where seeing just becomes painful. I don't want to give up. But I'm being forced to give up. Or am I? No, this whole situation is fucking bullshit.
I'm...a theater kid. It happened by mistake. once just a class, i didnt want to take. Now, im obsessed, always wanting more &, i'm not the shy girl i was once before.Costumes, layerd on top of more.
Sliver rain falls from an endless diamond sky Never dreaming of an eternal life
The drama, the betrayal. The love, the hate. The good decisions, and the mistakes. The real, the fake. The rude, the friendly. The fake hide behind a mask, and behind the mask is envy,
I guess I was wrong about you, I'm sorry I wasted your time. Kill my hope, my heart, my dreams, my soul, and mind. It's time for you to destroy me, What's left of me anyways.
She's Alone 
The constellation consisted of magnetars
Can anyone hear me? No you can'tI'm confined in a bubbleGet ready for the rant   I want to writeI want to createI want to make people laughI know that's my fate  
  Hush, hush As the words are spread Like jelly on toast And butter on bread   Hush, hush It has been said “Don’t tell a soul or else I’m dead!”   Hush, hush
I know why you do it.  I know that the numbness and dull moans inside your skull  is near all consuming. Some days pain is the only voice that is shrill enough to break through
Fade away Into yesterday Will anyone know when I am gone Trapped in yesterday Wanting to escape The sorrows that enrapture me Trying to be brave
  You tell me to state my mind when I am quiet.   You force me to share my thoughts on the daily things.   But when it comes time to voice what I believe
Since Freshman year, I love being on stage. I made entertaining my whole entire life. It always soothes me and calms down my rage.
  O’ Facebook, why must you be the molly to my generation? 
Acting is not all about faking to be the character. Acting is an opportunity to put on your characters shoes and start walking in them. Until you finally feel as if you really were that character. 
  Try as I may to avoid drama and fights
I think that our dreams that we will marry but never happen. I look at this dream is an unfair.   Why? Do this dream cut our love? Never let us be together.   At the first place,
Dreaming that wills have you stay with me Forever ever thought we live in old house But we still have one another.
If I close my eyes, I can hear them The quiet mumbling of the crowd Voices mingling into one loud whisper
When I was younger, My parents divorced.  Cried myself to sleep every night — I was filled with remorse.   Looking back, I now realize  That only through  fire
Cue a wave of gasps from the gallery As the leading man, up on stage he cries Emotion pouring into eulogy, Dead words rising for loves no more alive. We trip headlong into the tipping tells,
I thought we could be friends But I was foolish You betrayed me and shed no tears You betrayed me And shed no tears   Talk behind my back Please make my day I know your game
 Pettiness is all I can say  What goes on at school day after day  He says this She says that
When they tell you That you’re too thin That you’re too pale or Far beyond normal Remember this   You will always be wrapped up Always be tied up In this world, but
Being the Real Meby Hannah Powell Being the real me,In a world full of wannabes,Is so much harder than everyoneAlways told me it would be.
Exposition, plot, rising action This is how it begins Climax, falling action, resolution This is how it ends   To tell a story is to give a gift To act one out is to inspire people true
I sit inside our little white box room Without windows, inhaling the mold. My classmates and I are filled with gloom, As the arctic AC makes us catch cold. We beg and we plead for funds we need
They talk. They talk and talk, and talk, AND TALK, Until mine own voice of truth and reason is drowned  By voices of lies and deception.   They believe. They believe
Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry. That what goes through my mind. Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry.  That what I feel like in the inside. Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry. Crying is a weakness it eats you alive.
I’m sorry I apologize for all that I make you go through The torture The heartbreak The madness, the sadness I did it all for a cause In hopes that your antics and misadventure would bring
Creeping shadows once more ariseamong the shrieks of pain, their criesMingling with the symphony
You see what you want me to see, but yet you do not see what you're supposed to see. I went home both days and nights, sitting there, fighting my own fights. No teacher, no staff, no parents; no one
Hey you! Remember when you told me I was going to be lead actress. because I was always at rehearsal time and I tried my hardest? Liar! You say you dont have favorites, but its obvious you love them more.
Funny how people doThings they shouldn't.Just because they thinkNo one's watching.Unlike others I alwaysSee them happen.
Do you hear  those words you speak? Lying of fear of what they'll think   Venom pumping in my veins I'm going to ignore those pains Slanderous Scandal! She wants me slain  
  Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh. Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin. Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
Just waking up on a summer day Maybe it's noon or later okay You stretch for your phone just to see Message Received "Hey it's me(:" Groaning and complaining you reply 
Go ahead, I know I'm mean I'm bearly turning seventeen Say what you want, it can't bother me I'm too grown up, to read what you put type about me   School is important, I'm keeping my eye on that
You are the best thing I have ever had My love My best friend Just about my everything Then everything changed one day I lost you You were no longer there for me Couldn't wipe my tears away
Fake concern listened, but not heard I wonder times if what I say matters to anyone anyway
I want to go back to school. That is something that I really want to do. When I was playing around I aint know no better. Now I'm older and things don't seem like they gonna get better.
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so that their hearts were broken and they died.
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
(poems go here) DEAR fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest Soon topples down the hill.
MY dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother Can know it as I know, Who broke my heart for her When the wild thought, That she denies
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.
THERE is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing Because it was your prayer Recovered him upon the bed of death.
(poems go here) 'O WORDS are lightly spoken,' Said Pearse to Connolly, 'Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; Or maybe but a wind that blows Across the bitter sea.'
(poems go here) WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
What is pain? What are tears? When you have a million questions with no fears. Born to this world Without a trace. Left in the dark, left to defend. And, you start so low. But, come up so high.
She remembered the noise, the omnipresent voice Of her conscience in her head She remembered the dark, but not how it’d start The conflagration that left her for dead
You are my muse and my melody A song in my head, my harmony I'm not Beethoven or Mozart But when I write my heart talks
here we are all alone, each of us a dry,    dead             bone. NOTHING left to loVe or haTe                          a barren wasteland of empty fate
I love the outdoors, and the sunshine. I love walking with my boyfriend, and spending time with my family. I love enjoying life, and thinking about the bright future that lies ahead of me. So, what don't I love?
Drama queen You cause a scene Just shut up! No one cares about your shoes Or who’s your boo Being ridiculous Is what you do best. Stop talking please Do it for me
As our ears experience the melodies of violins We can't help but surrender and fall into a beautiful trance. The cellos flow in, adding to the mind-numbing lullaby.
Often my body sings the song of life, trying to outlive death. A breeze seems to take my body and guide me to the familiar ivory and wood, My head commands my fingers to dance along the keys, they do as they should
When did it become so difficult to predict? The next departure, the next movement, the harmony? Why is it that we go on about letting society tell us what to do?
Are my efforts even worth a dime? Or has this been a waste of time? We, in unison, wrote the rules and laws Happy and anxious we as we scribbled every clause
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