True life story

Angry whispers.

Fake smiles.

It's always something different.

Something unpleasant.

You think I can't hear.

But I can.

I hear every word yelled across the room.

Every snide remark under your breath.

I go away and hide in my room.

Hide away and act like it's okay.

But it's not.

I doubt it ever will be.

Angy whispers.

Fake smiles.

Somethings never change.



Amanda.
I am the only person like me.
Don't try and imitate.
I live for me now and don't try to please everyone else.
I love the fact that I read every day.
I write for hours at a time.
I used to play an instrument.
But now I don't.
I used to be in love.
But I don't know what love is now.
My favorite person in the world is someone special.
He knows it.
You don't need too.

&&&<3.



Looking outside the window.

Wishing it would all stop.

Everytime I turn on the T.V. it's something new.

Something worse than before.

Men and women dying.

Their bodies spread across the floor.

A mother, a father, a son, a daughter.

Murdered.

For peace.

What peace?

Having people die for me doesn't put my mind at ease.

Doesn't make me happy.

I just want it to stop.

For it to all go away.

But wanting things to be different won't change a thing.