MyChemFan96

Where did she go? Where any of us flee To some distant beauty searching for the Shangri La of their own existence And she will keep searching until time holds her by her wrists and leads her delicately to the world of dark and unknown A place where her guide will not need be once she arrives A world where destiny has no belief in us and the end of all will embrace her So where has she gone? Will we ever know, truly, where she's fled? Perhaps we are all searching with her in that journey to the gorgeous life before death

When I was in kindergarten, I was called something that I didn't know would hurt me so badly until it did. A boy in class, he saw my hair and asked me if I was a boy and I got scared because what if I was one? A prized purple dress was all I ever wore, I'd worn it to school that day and he still asked me all the same. He teased me saying you look like a boy because my hair apparently said so. Supposedly your hair says more than what you really want it to. And it hurts when it does all the wrong talking for you. If only he knew what that would do to me. Someday when I grew up, I'd never remember this happened. But I see him all the time still

How would one avoid gravity? Would they learn to fly? I guess so. Their wings would be their stamp on society. And they would fly for every mile their wings would take them. But, Even the most graceful doves someday fall down. And gravity would be there to clumsily bring them down.

[A girl is seen sitting in the middle of the floor. She is hunched over and speaking to herself. Her 'self' is depicted through a whole other person that the other characters don't see except the girl. The 'self' is seen standing upright behind the girl. The 'self' moves about the stage, while the girl rarely moves. Their dialogue is very casual.] [Lights up.] GIRL: Can I tell you something? SELF: Of course. GIRL: [Plainly.] I love you. SELF: I love you too. GIRL: Really? SELF: Yes. GIRL: Why? SELF: [While pacing.] Well you're sweet, talented, funny, confident, and beautiful, and smart. GIRL: [Coming out of her 'conversation' and re

Creeping through me and never leaving my sight Flowing in my veins and it's everywhere I look Following me anywhere I go Knowing me, inside and out Stabbing me in the brain Choking me Killing me, before I even get the chance Why? Why does it know me? Why don't I understand how I got this way? Why isn't there a cure? Why don't I want a cure? Someone, help me Free me Know me better than this thing that understands and sabotages my body Kill me