And I kind of laughed
And said I didn’t care
And turned to the left
And hid within my hair
And try to hide a tear
And muster through the pain
And to think they’ve known me
And lie to them the same.
Why do I do this
Why am I insane
Why does this happen
Why this little game
Why doesn’t it go
Why does it stay
Why am I trying
Why won’t it go away?
Can’t they see me now
Can’t they see my brain
Can’t they see it’s tainted
Can’t they see the stain
Can’t they look deeper
Can’t they see my eyes
Can’t they see through this fog
Can’t they see my disguise
I am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
No.
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
-
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A wish...
A simple false belief
I hid...
-
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
-
A hand reached out
Held tight...
I was finally found
Relieved sigh...
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The
Walk in One's Moccasins for a Moon - Contest Entry by Meerkatgirl13, literature
Literature
Walk in One's Moccasins for a Moon - Contest Entry
"MA! I'M HOOOOME!"
America shut the door behind him and grinned at Native America lounging on the couch. She rubbed the ear closest to him and looked up at him reproachfully.
"There's no need to yell, Alfred. I'm right here and I can hear you perfectly well," she scolded for what seemed like the hundredth time, knowing full well that he'll ignore it.
smiled at her apologetically then set down his suitcase to hug her.
"Sorry, won't happen again."
She snorted doubtfully and went back to her beadwork, listening to him shuffle down the hallway to put his things away.
"How was the meeting today?" she asked when he came back in, dressed in hi
Public announcement for the following users: by epitome-of-insanity, journal
Public announcement for the following users:
PhilippineRevolution (https://www.deviantart.com/philippinerevolution), Scriddles (https://www.deviantart.com/scriddles), MugOfAtmosphere (https://www.deviantart.com/mugofatmosphere)
Everyone else can pretty much ignore this. It's a long, long story.
When I joined Deviantart a little over a year ago, I was simply here to look at art from the various artists around the world, as to which I now look up to as inspirations to continue to draw. However, I was not expecting to walk into some chat one day that had "Hetalia" in the title, and would actually be put into the chatroom as an active member (I didn't know how anything worked... That's the only excuse for my stupidity there). I was seriously scared out of my mind that people would kick me out, because
Happy Halloween, ya'll! Get out there as early as you can and get as much candy as you can stuff into your beautiful faces! Come ring my doorbell, I got the BEST candy! :D
I have to sit and remember my daddy on Halloween, 'cause it was OUR holiday. One of my faves, too. I'd do my dressup thing, he'd take the family van with some neighborhood kids and haul us around, usually in the rain because we ALWAYS had rain on Halloween, and just watch his daughter go get candy at the neighborhood doors.
I miss that. I miss our rituals. I have no doubt we'd still be doing that today if he were here. Probably because 1) I'm unable to grow up and
She always fell for boys who needed saving. by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
You really wanna know why comments are disabled? by Dametora, journal
You really wanna know why comments are disabled?
I don't like talking to people, nor do I like verbal attention.
I don't like getting the same "argument" over and over about why I'm supposedly wrong.I'm sick of people who don't read the descriptions or other people's comments before spewing stupidity everywhere.I hate repeating myself.
I hate it when too many people get involved in a comment chain, especially to say the same things as everyone else.I especially hate when people just read and reply with "THIS!" to the idiotic comments I've debunked and torn apart instead of reading the rest of the chain.
I hate to comment.
I have over 300 stamps, many of which people were putting a lot of th
HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER:
(In 15 easy steps!)
1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult.
2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you!
3. To be normal, you've gotta