ThisishowIsee-things

You're dead inside; not flesh but bones looking for one to confide You don't trust me that's why you kept asking me but not telling me why why you told me to hide the truth Call it "teenage rebellion," "bad realtionships," or simply "I'm young and You Only Live Once" Will the fun really be worth all the damage you've done? I'm not a therapist, or your parent, so it's not my place to say, but if I don't, who will? It's not like you care anyway. Before you turn to bones hear what I have to say, this is obviously about you Miles, so don't you dare flip the page: Don't be stupid and don't lie, this isn't a movie, open

Criminals, Super heros, You and me, What do we have in common? We are all wearing a mask. Sometimes more than one. Each with a different purpose. Why do we wear them? To conceal our identity, our person. I would say that the perfect day would be when everyone takes off his or her mask but that cannot be. Somethings have to be kept secret and once the mask is off it is off. I broke my rule the other day: I took off my mask. It was not as graceful as I had hoped and I am not sure what the reaction was, but I did it. I am not ashamed just a little dazed and confused. I have never done that before. All of my masks are a p

I'm not sure where we stand but I know it's not hand in hand, we never were. But I'm not going to be that bitch tonight. I'm just waiting for you to shut your eyes tight and see what was and what could be. But that's all a dream. Don't start a war with me. One more day and then I'll assume that I'm just somebody that you used to know. Know this: I can take the blow and I won't go. I'll always be there to let you know that it's not about what you want but what you need. I'm always here.

Why do I have to be so complicated? I'm in the middle. I'm hot and I'm cold and I'm yes and I'm no. It's hard for me to express what I feel because I am not fearless. I'm wearing my poker face but I can feel the pressure. I'm this close. You give me butterflies. I know that you like me, and you know it's not a secret. I can be a bit nasty, na na na na na na, but you are my crush crush crush. It makes me wonder what I think about you. You are the jesus of suburbia, one with teenage spirit, but you are not okay. You would rather write sins than tragedies because you know that love is a losing game. You are a misguided gho