MysteryPerson14

Deep pools of an ever-changing blue. A glimpse into the mind of an introvert. The weak spot in a perfect mask. Revealing carefully concealed emotions. To those clever enough to look. The ever-changing tide of carefully hidden feelings all pouring out. From two tiny blue holes, Almost constantly trained on the ground For fear of recognition. Seeing only what has been trodden on for years, Until the barrier is broken, And words are spoken. Those oh so carefully hidden eyes traveling slowly upwards, To the orbs of the speaker. Suddenly shouting all the words never spoken, All the fears and feelings never shared, Shattering the seemingly impen

I try to live in fantasy, In a world of my own making, where everything works out in the end, and I just just leave when I need to get away. I live in my mind, not because I can't handle reality, but because it's better, it makes reality easier. I have the necessary tools, but I don't want to use them, I've already grown so much, I just want to play. I don't wanna worry about school, or my future career, or what will happen in my lovelife, or even what I'm going to do tomorrow. I already know all of this, everything is all laid out, perfectly planned for me, a simple straight path to follow. But I really don't want to, though I've drawn

I find it kind of hard to accept That I will never do anything That I'll never make a difference That I will live my life day after day Doing the same thing until I die. I want to do something I want to travel I want to have fun I want to make a living for myself I want to be somebody I refuse to accept That I will live my life in mediocrity That all of my hard work Will go into nothing But a degree I will never use I don't want all of my efforts To insure mediocrity To insure my working day after day Just to make money for someone else Just so I can live comfortably I want to go places Do things Be important Help I want to have fun I do

Love, so passionate, so tricky and deceptive, yet so rewarding and pleasant. Elusive and sneaky, and at the same time so common place. Vulnerable in your care, But strong in your weakness. Love is an oxymoron, It makes sense and yet it doesn't. It's a hard to understand conundrum, yet so simple for those with experience. Trusting yourself so entirely to one person, Giving someone the ability to entirely break you. Picking one person you like more than all others, Yet arguing with them over the littlest of things. Giving them your complete trust, Yet freaking out when they speak to others. It's a complex and difficult system to maneuve

I feel so stupid, looking at my past. All the things I dearly loved, Everything I thought would last. It's all gone, You've all left me. I never thought it'd be this, You changed and left. All the while I remain, Mostly unchanged. I see old works, and scoff at the dramatics. I think, "I'm better now. I've grown." But I know it's a lie. I fool myself, Trying to save my ego. But I know I'm wrong. I'm no different. I'm still over dramatic. Still a little needy. I haven't changed much, But sadly you have. I don't know who you are anymore, You aren't you. You're not the one I once called friend. You're a monster standing in her place.

I feel lost. As though I haven't a purpose. Like I'm just a scrap of blank paper drifting in the wind. No sense of direction, and no idea where I'm going. Too heavy and stubborn to lose myself in the flow, and yet too indecisive and self conscious to follow my own path and decide what I truly want. I suppose I haven't anyone to blame but myself for my screaming lack of preparedness. No ideas on where I want to go, or what I want to do, no solid outstanding interests. Not a paper blowing in the wind and still not a trail blazer creating my own path. Age snuck up so quickly. And I don't want to leave. I like it here. I'm comfy and safe. And h

Why is the thought of losing you so scary? Why is the thought of you being someone else so scary? I don't understand what's up with me. The thought of you being with another girl... It shouldn't scare me so much. It shouldn't make me want to cry. But it does. I don't understand what's wrong with me. It wasn't even a whole month we were together. But I let myself get so attached to you. When I was upset I called you. I didn't need anybody else, because I had you. When I was so mad I started shaking and crying, itching for a fight, I called you, and you helped me calm down. When my family gave me the cold shoulder, you made me feel better. In l

It's a constant struggle, an uphill battle, living the way I do. Reject your desires, ignore your cravings, and be an adult. I've lost my glow, my bright eyed innocence, and my wonder for the world. It's a cruel place, full of disappointment, full of misery. But I'm making the best of it, I'm doing all I can, it isn't much but I'm trying. I still have hope, that it will have worked, that my struggle won't be for nothing. But I'm slowly losing, you're giving in, losing your innocence. A willing victim, loving the loss, thinking it's fun. The world has claimed me, and I can't go back, because I spared you. I stepped up, wanted to be th