Still Unfinished Poem/Song

There's a fellow I happen to know

He may seem happy

He wants to be your friend

He looks all put together on the outside

But I've seen what it looks like

On the inside where he's been all cut up

And pasted back together

That's just who you are.

I'm slowly fading into the background.
Soon, I'll just be that face on the wall.
The one you never really knew, but the one you led on.

I don't think you really take the time,
I'm just another face in the crowd,
Just one of those typical pretty girls.

Untitled Song

If I was scared, would you hold me close?

There are so many things in this world

Things that make me want to run and hide.

Things inside of me, rearing their ugly heads

I'm just trying to be me

In this world that wants everything

They want me to be just like them

If I was about to cry, would you stay my tears?

I may seem so strong

But these emotional barriers

Are breaking down

I'm just trying to be me

In this world that wants everything

They want me to be just like them

If I went to pieces, would you put me back together?

I used to think duct tape solved all my problems

But my facade is cracking like a mirror struck with

A thousand tiny stones.

So who am I really supposed to be

When there are so many ways

To find out who I am

Untitled Poem

How can something so pretty, so beautiful hide things that are so dark, so horrible?

If you could dig beneath the tough surface, what would you find?

Would you like what you saw or prefer the facade that you had before?