Lifes one BIG hypocrite

Not even a week and I already have the urge to hide under a rock til Monday comes
It's like I try so hard to persuade myself into liking him and then--nothing
And the fact is I'm not cold and heartless, I just simply don't like him.
And the more I try, the more I find the task becomes impossible
Like finishing a game of Monoopoly
No matter how long you try and keep your eyes open, you can't help but feel like packing it in for the night
No one ever truely wins
In life I mean
People just make the best of it and try to cope
With the true fact that their never really going to be absolutely content with the way things are
There's always "that something" that creeps up on us from behind
And slaps a nice fat gloomy look on our faces
So we have to force a smile here and there to keep our title of be the envied of the block
And grownups can be just like kids sometimes
Making a big deal about things like cracks on the pavers
The size of my nail
Go cry on your pillow at night, please
Monday couldn't possibly be here any sooner!


That's over

When you're emotions take over you
It's almost seems inevitable
Like everything in your life was sculpted
In a perfect way for these emotions to easily seep in
And over time the emotions start to collect as they age
The intolerable mood swings, the way your past times don't seem to find their way in as easily
Life starts to focuss more on the world around you rather than oneself
And when people ask you "What's gotten into you?"
You walk away mumbling, things you wouldn't dare say outloud, under your breathe
But loud enough for them to know they haven't gotten the last word in
And you didn't want to put all of that on them all at once
But its like you had a bad case of word vommit
And it all came crashing in on you
I rewrote most of this blog
Because I realized some of it wouldn't make sense to everyone else
But I left my favorite part in
The part that made most sense to me
And held the most valuable meaning
For the end:
I'm not lying
Making things up is not lying
It's just making life more exciting
And in the end liveable
Becasue a fantasy can always be crumpled up and forgotten about
But reality can''s scary, don't screw it up
Til you've tested and learned through your secret life

Open, close

In life you're constantly ridiculed for the way you dress, think, and even speak.
Sometimes you run into those people who say they can read people.
But maybe what they don't know is that not everyone leaves their books wide open.
To be read at bedtime before you get tucked in.
Some stories are meant to be kept, never forgotten, and certainly never told.
It's not that the themes are bad or even the people.
The characters are about as normal as they get, but the world still feels that there different.
A sense of closure is all I ask
For the lessons that, like always, seem to clash
For the people that race
In and out
And the casualties you face here and about