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Put a face on it. Everything you comeacross puts up a front, a face to show the world, a facade with a smile. But Idon’t have a face. It is by no means some emotional, misunderstood, traumatizedcry for help. But nonetheless I am still faceless. I walk and people see me butthey do not see a face. They attempt to avoid or cover up seeing what theythink others cannot. It may be the closest thing to an organic representationof the soul that you can get. The most beautiful, breathtaking and heartwrenching experience that anyone will ever have to having asked and answered every question they could have. Want to know how to get thatconfidence that you have always been missing? I will tell you how. Do you wantto live your life to the fullest without any regrets? I will tell you how.
But still they judge, question,belittle and for what? to try and satisfy this fleeting self absorbed notionthat everyone around is in fact better then me, this face. Its odd but everyonethinks that they have seen me although I am always changing, trying to keep upwith the latest fads although little good it does. They still pretend that theydon’t know who I am. It hurts.
A fleeting glimpse is often all that Iwill ever receive, never a smile or a nod of approval. Am I so undeserving?.Sometimes I’ll wear a new outfit to try and get their attention, but it neverlasts long. I’m never good enough. Perhaps they think that I won’t know whatthey have gone through, but I do… They try and avoid me all they want, walk a differentway to class but I’m not the one they are avoiding. Ill still be a constant intheir life whether they like it or not SO HA! All I have is one request beforethey hustle off with a brush of their hair or a shake of their shirt. Look atme, I mean REALLY look at me and you will see more beauty than you ever thoughtpossible. You are beautiful.
Its not meant to be emo just a lesson that I wish more younger kids knew.EndFragment
O yea I made this a while back, so I thought I'd just post it :p
A passion, a lifestyle a way of self expression,
If were not able to do it we will get an depression.
It’s something that separates us from the gapper hordes that fill our slopes.
If were not able to do it you might as well hang us to the ropes.
we love this shit people call skiing, and very view understand our passion
so very view understand our pain if we have to miss a sick session.
But everytime were out there we take risks, no pain no gain,
But getting’ an injury fucked up all your plans so you can flush those down the drain.
It gave you a meanin’ a reason to wake up and to keep continue breathin’
It gave you a fuckin’ reason to stay alive and fight all the crap that comes with living.
But not being able to ski, is not being able to live,
So can’t you tell I’m hurting massive.
I dulled the pain by breaking shit and feeling sorry for myself.
I relaxed the anxieties of my pain with heavy drinking and self pity.
I don’t wanna become a nobody that’s not what I’m meant to be,
Sitting at home doing nothing was never what I planned for me.
So fuck this shit I’m gonna get back up and be stronger than ever,
Fixing my knee and gettin’ better that’s what’s important so I’m gonna be clever.
Its hard I know, but shit happens and you have to get over it,
That’s what I tell myself so I don’t quit.
Recovery is gonna take a while but I’m going for it,
And I wont quit…