5.) UnbreakablePunch me.Kick me.Push me off a cliff.I’ll live.Even if my bones are shatteredAnd my skull is in a million pieces,I will survive.I will thrive.Words don’t hurt;They aren't sticks and stones.They’re only empty thingsThat convey how much you fear me.Eventually, I knowYou will rise upAnd try, in vain,To destroy me.But that won’t happen.I've got news for you, honey;I amUnbreakable.
4.) Rivalry“You think you’re better than me?”“I know I am.”They push each other in a friendly way,But each insult breaks the other’s heart.Neither one knowsJust how much the other needs to outshine the other.It’s almost like a smoker without a cigarette,How they need a new pack.They’d jest with each other in the hallways,Teachers looking on disapprovingly, though not saying a thing.Funny how only the outsidersCan see the damage each word does.‘Girls will be girls,Rivals will abandon girliness for bombs.’Each weapon is painted silverBy the tongue it rolls off of.They areWalking armories.One’s smirk starts to fade,The other’s smile darkens.They have passed rivalryAnd rode into battle.
3.) Making HistoryI can be what I want to be.I can do what I set out to doAnd accomplish my goals.But what if they’re monumental?What if they will change the course of human events,For better or for worse.I want to make history.I want to be the first female president,Or the girl who united the world.Maybe the one to make a new nation,And lead my peopleThrough freedom and poverty and happiness in it all.Maybe the one to change the worldWith only a laptopAnd an over-sized imagination.I’ll be the number oneGrown-up child,The most successful.And it all starts somewhere, I know.Abe Lincoln wasn’t born the president,Nor was Kim Jong Un born the leader of North Korea.Everyone has to start from somewhere;I’ll start from here,From the beginning of my life.And I will be in the history books.
2.) Complicated“She looks like she’s under a lot of stress.”You have no idea what pressure I’m under;You don’t know a thing about me.“She seems really mean.”Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.My actions aren't simple like you.“Why does she act so weird?”Why do you act so normal?Why are you so bloody droll?“She looks so emo.”You don’t have a clue.Maybe you make me hate myself even more.“Why don’t you try to change?”Why are wars always being fought?It’s complicated.
1.) IntroductionWe are pulled into this world,Dragged from our previous homesAnd forced to face the light of day.We go from being cared for,Having everything done for us,To being alone.We are forced to care for ourselves,To hide in a shell toProtect ourselves, as our parents cannot anymore.We are awoken to a cold reality.Their only words;“Good morning sleepy head."
Death to the LoversHe screamed,He cried,He tore his hair from his scalp;But it didn't bring her back.The beautiful girlWith the gorgeous smileAnd witty remarksWould always lay six feet under.She would lie in her death bed,Her arms folded on her chestAnd her face full of peaceKnown only to the dead.And ironically,He would be the first to rot.First his health,Then his sanity.She would forever feed on his emotionsLike a pretty little leech,Sapping his well beingAnd happiness from her underground world.And he would let her,For a fool like himWho allowed himself to love,Deserved it.