Yellow.

Think of the feeling of sunshine running its rays along your innocent body.

Think of the light shooting through your closed eyelids and straight into your awaiting soul.

Think of happiness.

Yellow.

Think of how you felt on your wedding day. The longing and emotions you felt towards your beautiful wife. How her soft hair billowed over her shoulders and framed her tender eyes and puffy lips that you touch every day.

Think of the feeling he of love and joy you felt the moment your held your new baby boy.

The boy you knew you would never see, but you would love and cherish until the day you died.

Think of love.

Yellow.

The color of the sun.

The color of feeling.

The color of life.

She is dressed in an orangey red and glows with heat and distressed sins.

She whines and moans every time something seems wrong or unfair.

She pisses people off and messes things up.

She ruins and builds.

She is bipolar and loud.

She is anger.

Her red fiery dress blows in the wind and smacks against her six inch black stilettos, oozing with messy love affairs and stereotypical insults.

Her black hair goes with the wind, but not without a hard and lengthy fight. They argue and hit. They yell and scream. They are anger.

Her arms hang limply at her side.

Lifeless and pale.

They symbolize all the people that have been killed because of her...

Because of anger.

Anger's long money- colored nails stand for all the lies the government has let push brought their lips. The lies that have been spoon fed to society to gag their raging honesty and passion.

She is anger.

We look in the mirror, all our impurities seem to be getting clearer, my eyelashes are no longer, my checks are still too flushed. We watch our personal list of flaws grow. When will we just stop, and say, “alright... enough.”

I picked this picture to make a statement: Now a days girls and boys of all ages feel pressured to fit into the strict social norm. They want to look "tumblr." Or "Instagram- worthy" and take enough selfies to fill your ig feed, no problem. I feel that this picture shows that young girls as I, only 12 or so, want to fit into something that shouldn't be the social norm at all. Now I want to delete this picture, thinking and worrying that people will judge me, because honestly... I know for a fact people will.

But Im going to try and fit into the only social norm that should be:

I'm going to try to be myself and love it... Enjoy it... Be proud of it...

You should try fitting into that social norm instead of this fake social norm people push onto you and soffocate you with like a heavy brick wall crushes your bones.

We sit here feeling safe and being told we are free

When really, the big evil thing is the "freedom" we are told we have and the ruling society

We can't understand that this is the truth

Not everything is perfect

Not everyone is you

We cannot be safe when everyone is covering up their most precious lies

They only want things that benefit them, even if it hurts your brother or mother during the night

You might not see

It might not be true

But when I think of society

I think of a dead me and you

Secondhand smoke

Grabbing my lungs

It takes them and rips them open

They want to run

You slowly kill yourself

Wasting all your great

Don’t do it, please don’t

All my tears wash down the rusty sewer drain

You might as well grab a knife

Just kill yourself now

It will make up for all the laughs turned into coughs

I watch you, think about it all day long

Why must you do this?

You’re wasting all of our time

Please get it over with

It will save me all the days

Waiting for you to realize,

that you just have to stay.

You’re conscious of it,

You try to avoid it

You don’t smoke a pack

No, really I do enjoy it

But still, your lungs are blackened

From all those years

Your life will still be shortened

By more then anyone should endear.

It’s an addiction,

I get it.

In fact, I know it very well

Like mine to chocolate, and coffee,

and things with a very good smell.

But please, just realize

I need you here

I need him too

But he has also fell down the endless, unforgiving,

black hole...

just like you.

When you are fifty feet deep in a hole that never recedes

And you know your not alone because your friend hugs your knees

You still feel cold and alone and sad

Because you know there is no staying forever

Even if it's your mother or your dad

Friendship is temporary

But love is a permanent thing

You will feel your heart explode

When she gets a boyfriend and then a new ring

You will feel left behind in the dust

Unsure if you can or if you must

Will any one care

If you die over here or even over there?

You grab the knife

Feel the sharp tip

Think of all the hard times throughout your short life

You bring it to your shaking wrist

Breathing heavily and hard

You puncure the skin

Feel the pain travel through your arm

You remember the times

When you sat in that hole

Fifty feet deep

There was really no where to go

At least you had her

Sharing all the good memories

You talked for hours

About all the dead flowers

She will miss you

No matter how far away you may be

She loved you

And love

Is an infinite

Throughout all eternity

Equality,

Why is it not a universal language?

Why not an unspoken token of love

Given to and by all?

Why is it not felt by everybody?

Why can't it be a way of living?

Passed down by generations for a new begining?

It's waiting to happen,

It's just not here yet,

So sad that today,

It is an abused concept.

Together we can win the day.

If everyone can just keep pace

Together, we can have an equal say.

Together,

As the human race.

I do un holy things

But don't you dare call me a sinner

I'm one who loves

But don't you ever call me a lover

I'm one who takes

But don't you ever say I steal

I'm one who lies

But don't you ever call me a liar

I'm not skinny

But don't you ever call me fat

I don't have a Barbie doll complexion

But don't you call me ugly

I'm don't ace all my tests

But don't you think for a second I'm stupid

I can be mean

But you dare not say I'm a bully

I am who I say I am

You cannot label me

And you cannot say I'm something I am not

I am who I say I am

I am not who you think I am

I am who I know I am

That's a fact

I am young

But I'm not always ready

I'm weak

But I can jump high enough to touch the glistening stars

I have no filter

But I think about all my actions

I love many people and things

But I contain enough hate in my pinky finger to wilt a thriving field of flowers

I am gentle

But I can bite

I am short

But my head is in the clouds

I am fast

But I stop and appreciate the beauty of this world

I am ugly

But I can set your heart ablaze

I am understanding

But I fight for what is right

I am introverted

But I open up to the people I trust and let them see my truth

I am Me

Who are you?

Old books lay forgotten

On the shelves that hold many truths

They tell tales of heroic princes

Or some may say something about you

They stay there waiting

For someone to pick them up

They are patient

And caring

Maybe you should pick it up