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“Fame is not what it ‘seams’”
sitting, and waiting below u is what im use to
know one ever offered me gummy bears
know matter what i did or said im still that girl
they said i was a tramp because i was with the boys
but i didnt choice this self enficted image
i am just trying to be noticed by the teachers
i just want them to see my potential and,
not what they say. i want to be me not liza
i want to shine. i want the sun to embrace me
to let its warm light pass through the bouble dream that is me
i want everyone to see the seams of the material
so they know that god wants me to love the imperfections
And by that others will follow the same path
of admiring the flaw that is them, but how?
maybe if i act like this, or pose like this?
-i felt like in that time i was changing for the machine
Adjusting the smallest perfect things all for you to love me
but when i saw the looks of regret and dispear
i knew that in the moment of inauthencity
that the reaper was on my path so i did what was needed
and i killed myself the looks i recieved afterward
was intriguiging like i was the first stone to be cast
even at the time i didnt know what i was fighting
i knew it was bigger then any fight we seen.
so i moved on and swore to myself i needed to stand for us.
even if i was alone i knew i could help you all.
but everytime i felt progress self doubt would hinder me.
so every night when i got on stage i died to self
and transformed into the person i was ment to be
but even that wasnt enough for the shadows of him to come
i cried and tore my self up just for the poisin to escape me
giving myself room for era i embraced a new voyage
but with that voyage came lonelyness and insecurity followed
so i wrote about the deapest thoughts within me
when i released it the crowd loved me
letting me know that the pain i felt is what they missed
that they are waiting for the decay of a blonde icon
so ill give it to them and let everyone see that
The final act of life will be my own hands to do,
i’ll be a princess die and die with you.
Applaud, Pour vous (To you).
what am i?
Why are we afraid when we’re young
Is it because we hear of all the drama
Or because we live a life made
and molded by the people around us
Because ppl say don’t be this
But yet u look in there eyes
You see the pain and fear
That they have of all the daily struggles
And no matter what I can’t do a thing
I just sit were I belong and act
What is expected of me
To live a normal life and be fine
I’m here to say it isn’t always right
Right to listen and follow along
To be that guy the one ppl say
O him he’s a floater.
I want to be a leader and inspire
But in reality I can’t even step up
And look my fear in the face
That leaves me wondering what am I?
confide in you
Turn down the thoughts of lies
Because in my eyes I can’t
I’ve seen so much with these eyes
While I’m sideways your words slant
But is it right to confide in you
And let you in on my secrets
Thinking and Lying is what u know
I know you can’t die with regrets
I’m at the corner where i first spoke
But the ice is here and its on fire
And it sounds like a joke
Its real the games aren’t to admire
I’ve tried so hard to keep it all in
Its time to confide in u to say my sin
me
I ain’t no chunk of clay
To carve and mold like he did
He saw right through the texture
And carved me from every turn
To the boldest bones on me
Even tho we are pinned up to hang
Like Giuseppe I AM here to inspire
To make the boldest tone
To the crinkly and mildest flaw
I am your canvas to Flow
All of ur insignificant verdict thoughts
Upon me are these eyes to see
But I don’t use them
Instead I open up my heart and mind
And let it sift through ur actions
And judge u with no previous hint
or knowledge of what may happen
With this the lights blazing upon u
And scans you with my knowledge
But I won’t cry for you when ur gone
I’m not gonna crucify the work piece
That is me and what u created
Is left as a history that love did exist
But when your gone I’ll tell them
My religions here cuz I won’t need
The persuasion u had u came in new
As were I came in as a wind
Utopia doesn’t want to mess with me
Cuz the black sun will fall
And a new breed will be born
A breed with no pride and judgment
But of course not everything is and
Can’t happen without a insignificant
Bloom of demise and terror
Now is the time for his fame to peek
Before the shallow fame monster
Devours his steady work and control
Everything that happens to him
Is unseen but Michelangelo isn’t
Afraid to haunt like before and show
Through death the message left behind
the moon
The thought of a hanging virgin
Just waiting for the time
For her doctor to save her
Although as the time passes
So does the innocence of her slip
Shes waiting for the results
She didn’t mean for it to happen
She was young and defenseless
Not having hope of the man
The man we look to the one
Who’s emblem is noted with pride
The same one who noticed her
When she was there slipping
Into the dark as the hours pass
The reflection of greatness shreds
No one has ever heard her story
But she’s coming clean
And involving every coward
Who held held her hand
And wrote anonymous poem
The ones you can’t post in Facebook
Nobody knows you hold her hand
Noone knows u call her baby
But while she’s hanging
Like your ketchup stained clothes
She’s willing to turn in that air walk
For the Gucci and prada she deserves
But tonight the moon is stained
With the blood of many hands
That took her and as she’s hanging
She knows the results
Of how her story ends.
confused
So I have this choice
but who knows what’s right
I’m trying to make u here my voice
When u try I forget and lose sight
The vision is clear if what I want
But the opportunity isn’t there
But it seems to be a different font
I’m reading lets take it there
But actions are yelling I’m not ready
They say this choice is easy for some
But I’m afraid of just going steady
Its more then choosing a pack of gum
Do i pull the trigger and go for it
Or just take another major hit?
