strange.

I am considered strange because I don't want to eat your baby cow
that you raised for your fast food restaurants and your debutants
and that will be barbarically killed after a life of imprisonment.
I am considered strange because I don't want to be part of your confused youth
who just do what Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake tell them to
they don't know who they are and really aren't interested in finding out.
I am considered strange because I don't agree with your political views
because I know in my heart that all this killing is wrong
and that it won't cease until all these little boys decide to grow up.
I am considered strange because I don't flaunt my body
I don't act like a slut and if a guy calls me fat it's okay
because I'm too good for him anyway.
I am considered strange because I want to make my world a better place
instead of being completely narcissistic and only caring about myself
because I want my children to live better than I did.
I am considered strange because if I see injustice on the street I will protest
instead of just turning up my collar and pretending it's not there
because I want to live in a place of love and peace.
I am considered strange because I am not afraid to dance
and let my body flow freely without fear of looking stupid
while all the little girls who think they are women stand and stare.
I am considered strange because I can be jovial when I want to
without being giggly and pompous
without being an airhead like too many smart girls today.
I am considered strange because I am wise beyond my years
because I have been through my hell and my high water
and yet I still refuse to be broken.
I am considered strange because I don't hide behind a mask
because I do not cower in the day and show only at night
I sing and I dance because it makes me feel free.
I am considered strange because I show my true smile
not tight lipped acknowledgement but a genuine expression of joy.
I am considered strange because I am a poet
I am not scared to show my depression
because I admit that I am not perfect that I too have many flaws.
I am considered strange because I gladly wake in the morning
because I greet the new day with excitement instead of resignation.
I am considered strange because I am beautiful in my own right
and if you can't see that then perhaps you are the strange one.

broken
wishes wishes on my secret star why won’t you answer my plea tonight he never loved me that’s what she said he never loved me i want to be dead maybe then i couldn’t feel this pain why don’t i share it with you

shrieking shrieking in the eternal darkness or at least until morning i remember all the memories that i created for my family like when we went to Disney World and actually had a good time instead of trying not to look at each other as we all bit our tongues till they bled or at least i did

december december speak to me today your snow covered face is crying icicles for me as i recall all the things he will never whisper into my neck like the first i love you or the very first kiss why can’t i just let go man this is such a bitch

memories memories such as following him down the hall from class to class never asking for his affection never realizing it was hopeless and wanting his arm to be around me instead of her

crying crying now today teen angst tears were never so real thought it was only an expression sobbing in the middle of english class didn’t know i was so fragile never knew his hands could break me without ever touching me in the first place

ani difranco lyrics

crazy
crazy today why not crazy tomorrow
it doesn’t matter anyway
because you aren’t here
a deep endless void
has lodged itself inside my chest
and i feel its presence every time you walk by
it’s not that i love you really i don’t
its just that i don’t know what to do
because i’m not in love with you anymore
you were my entire life and without you i’m nothing
which is kind of ironic because i always felt like nothing
when i was with you anyway
so i guess there’s one big hole
where i used to be
no one seems to notice this void
except for my best friend and she says
to be strong and to hold on
but hold on to what?
there is nothing here to get a good grip on
you dragged all that along with you
when you said you never loved me
funny it seems so weightless, my life
you haven’t noticed it trailing along behind you
i’m afraid i am blind now
because there is nothing there to see
i’m afraid i am mute now
because there’s nothing left to say
i’m afraid i am gray now
because there’s no rainbow without you
i’m afraid i am nothing now
because you aren’t here to make something of my life
i fear i am lost now
because you can’t show me the way
just come back to me
come back to me
tonight

twisted animations by mata